I'll never be good enough
I'll never be good enough
I'll never be good enough
I'll never be good enough
I'll never be good enough
I'll never be good enough
I'll never be good enough
I'll never be good enough
I'll never be good enough
I'll never be good enough
I'll never be good enough
I'll never be good enough
I'm tired of this life. Tired. Just simply tired. I wish I had killed myself all those years ago. I wish I had successfully killed myself on that balcony. I wish I had successfully jumped off. I wish I was never born at all.
Every drop of my own blood is like music to my ears. Every little cut or hole I make on my arms just feels so good that I can never stop. Every cut is so relieving.
When will my time come?
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Mafuyu's Diary
Non-FictionI am dedicating this book in my possession as my new diary but in Mafuyu's P.O.V. This book will contain: -Angst -Mentions of suicide -Explicited self harm -Bad coping mechanisms
