Its 2am and all i can think about is what i did wrong today, and yesterday, and the day before, and the week before that.. And how self conscious I am about myself, and how I just hate myself... I pull up my sleeve, and look at the scars on my wrists, the horrible memories of my break downs, and panic attacks.. No one knows how i really feel but they still judge me everyday. They dont know about my sleepless nights, and scars, or the problems at home, they dont know about how much i hate myself or how much i want to kill myself. They just dont understand.
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Lonely
Non-FictionWhat do you do? When you're lonely at 3am and you have been crying for hours? When you feel alone? When you hate yourself more then ever? When you feel like no one likes you? When your so sad you feel nothing except numbness? When you want to die? D...
