a/n: trigger warning. read with caution.
dear razor,
hello, old friend. as I sit here in my bathroom floor, I stare at you. all I can think of is the feeling of you against my skin again. my favorite vein, I'm sure you remember it well. you know, the one we tried to bust so many times? sometimes I miss those days; the days where I was so stressed out that I had no other release but to let you explore my body. I miss having a release. you were my release. so here I find myself sitting on the sink and staring at you blankly. do you miss me, razor? part of me wants you to miss me...part of me wants to flush you. what ever will I do without you, razor? will I gain the strength I once lost? will I fall back into bad habits? who knows? we're going to have to take this one day at a time, you and me. but today is the first day I'm going to do it without you. you'll see razor, I won't need you forever. you'll be proud of me, won't you? I hope so. you'll see razor, you'll see.
day 1.
with remorse,
me
YOU ARE READING
what I should've said
Randomover the past few years, I've dealt with many tragedies and heartbreaks. people deal with those things in several different ways; mine is writing. this is basically a public diary to let you know that you're not alone in whatever battle you're fight...
