I want to cut again, but I can't cuz my cousin is here, and I think I just ruined a friendship of hers, because they had been dating, and I swore at him and now he can't talk to her and I feel like crap because fuck I've gone and ruined something else.
Why do I go and fuck everything up?
Why is it always my fault?
Is it really worth it to stay?
I'm not sure anymore,
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
