Sometimes I wonder if the people i want I read this ever will.
I doubt it, since they won't even talk to me.
My mom and therapist told me to stop trying to get S and E back, which sucks ass but I don't really have a choice.
I thought about cutting again, but I didn't, because they told me that the next time I do it they'll send me to the hospital. I don't know if I'm scared of the hospital or just worried I still won't be better.
I don't even know any more.
I still love you,
Love,
Zak
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Some Thoughts About Life
Non-FictionI don't know what this is, except the ramblings of a confused teen. Also I think I might use it as a journal. *Trigger* I'm fucked up and I talk about it
