I can't feel anything. I feel so lost with each slice I take on my wrists. The blood that drips down only makes me feel more alive.
I made a new friend today. His name is Mr. Knife. I think I like him. He enjoys blood. I think we will be good friends.
Sent at 2:55 pm.
"New friends come with new prices," I said to Mr. Knife. I just did another slice to the right on my wrist, the blood dripping onto my phone as I delete the message. Would another slice hurt?
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