Have you ever thought you were doing well "oh the other scars are finally fading"
Then your mom comes in and scolds you for something and you're like
"Fucking hell! I was doing so well!" And you take the blade and you can't do anything really bad because your mom might walk in and you can't take that risk so you barely scratch yourself thinking "next time I'm home alone I can finally get the pain I want to feel"
Yeah?
Me too 😊
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Vent book (please read TWs)
Non-FictionThis is a vent book where I talk about the thoughts in side my head. Please don't hate on me. TW: self harm, self hate, family drama, etc.
