I cut my wrist today. It was just a little cut. Barely a scratch. I promise. The picture is my wrist. I was really upset, and so I was thinking of cutting, and I was crying, and extremely upset. I just did that and then I was sitting in the bottom of my shower, bawling my eyes out. But then I was thinking of cutting more, when I realized how STUPID it would be. I just wanted to feel something, so I started listening to my music. If you want to feel something, don't cut yourself. Just listen to some Screamo. Promise? You better fucking promise me. I'mma come through your phone and make you promise. XD. Also, I know that this is a short update, but I don't want to write anymore, I wanna listen to music. :( I love you all. Don't forget that your life is worth all the shit that the bitch Mother Nature puts you through.
Do me a favor and listen to "Famous Last Words" by My Chemical Romance.
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HorrorYou want to know about me? I suppose I can let you read this. Lyrics are not by me.....promise.... all credit goes to the bands and the songwriters.
