I have some problems...that's triggered my "insanity", some were incidents that lead me to cut.
One incident, which lead me to cutting, was when I lost my great grandmother. I was a horrible mess, tears and stuff, when everyone left I stayed hehind. I began hugging her grave stone, as though she would hug back. *sad chuckle* That very day, I took out my old shaving blade, from my razor. I ended up with bloody fingers, on account of the damn thing. *deep breath* I gently swiped it down my arm, as though I was painting. My heart was literally in pieces, honestly I wish it was for real. Then I lose my gf....from suicide...so yeah my life is great.
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My Insanity
RandomOn the outside I'm quite, on the inside, let's just say that's the reason I should be in an asylum. I'm a dangerous depressed person. I welcome you to my everyday hell.