The rest of the month was the same, shitty. One afternoon of January, I decided it was time to kill myself. I went to the bathroom, got the razor, and cut vertically. It felt good, I felt like I was slipping away from life. I went to the hospital again, and they fucking saved me. I didn't want it, I wanted to die. I tried so many times, but I never succeeded.
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Wasteland
RandomThis 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