AN: Trigger Warning. Contains reference to self harm.
I harmed myself in the shower last night. It had been a while since I did it. My best friend had been so proud of me for staying so strong. But I just fucking broke. The funny part is that my weekend was great. The best weekend I've ever had. I did good on my solo, got a girlfriend, and I spent the weekend with my friends who I hold very dearly. But deep down. The hurt is still there. Begging me to let it out. The funny thing. I feel like it's leaving my body as the blood runs down the drain. But the blood seems to find its way back in. And it hurts me more. So why do I do it? If it hurts me and makes my friends upset?.. Well, my mind is selfish. It just wants to feel better. Even if it's for a few minutes. And no matter how hard I try to fight it. It's still there screaming and thrashing like a small child. I can't get it out. It just never leaves me...
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AcakThese are just some things I wrote down to kinda describe how I'm feeling at times. Some of it is a little dark and I apologize ahead of time of I upset anybody.
