Dear idk 'n' idc,
Sorry that I'm sorta using you rn, but I have to.
I nearly cut myself like five minutes ago. My mother told me, I was a nothing and stuff like this, because my room isn't tidy. Well, this 'mess' how she called it, is actually just a few things, which aren't at the right place. And that 'mess' can be tidied up in five minutes top. She told me how I'd never learn how to keep my room tidy. And while she talked to me, I was a piece of paper away of crying. And when she was gone, I shook and cryed and I was thinking about how easy it would be to put out a razor and cut myself. But I knew, I had to stay strong. And even though, everyone can read this and that maybe isn't the best or most intelligent thing to do, if it will help me, it is okay.
So here I go. Having the need to cut myself to escape the pain and having the need to stay strong and don't hurt myself at the same fucking time.
Why has my life to be this shitty? Why me?
Thank you, for listening.
