I relapsed. Again.
A week feels impossible right now.
I know it's possible but still.
I just wanted the faded scars back on my arms. Was that too much to ask?
Now I'm never gonna be able to undo this.
I wasn't thinking and now I have to answer all my mom's questions tomorrow and wear a hoodie.
Shit.
I have testing tomorrow and my school counselor is gonna see...
Everyone's gonna judge me....
I'm probably gonna get my mental health questioned...
He's gonna tell my mom....
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
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Vent book
RandomJust a book of my vents. Probably rarely updated. Trigger warnings since some will most likely talk about SH and other depressing shit. Don't read if the following triggers you: SH-Self Harm Swerslide topics and mentions Emetophobia (no graphics ju...
