I get home after the dreadful ride on the bus and I go to the bathroom and grab a razor blade from the cabinet. I slash my wrists, legs, and stomach. It hurts, but feels good at the same time. It's the only way I cope with my pain. I just really need someone. I live with my fucking crackhead brother and his girlfriend, who is also a crackhead. Dinner sucks, it's just boiled cabbage. I eat it, but then I threw it up.
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Wasteland
De TodoThis is basically about a lost and sad girl who thinks she has nothing to live for. Please don't judge it or anything (or at least not to me) but leave comments about what I could do to improve it. //jess