Hello,
I went to the psychiatrist today.
I needed to.
It felt so bad.
She asked so many questions.
And I didn't answer any of them.
I was glad when I finally could walk out of that cold, empty room.
I need to cut somewhere else, though.
Or otherwise people at gym will notice them.
Maybe at my waist?
Or at my fingers?
That'll be less wierd, I guess.
I wish my mum would help me more sometimes.
H.
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Hello [L.S]
FanfictionHello, I'm Harry, I'm 16 years old. And I met a boy, named Louis. Larry Stylinson. Warning: Self-harm.
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