I keep everything bottled up. I have other things to worry about than my emotions. All the pain, the hurt, the anger, the sad, the tears... everything. Yeah, I'm one of those people. Until that one person does the smallest thing and it makes you go off. I think I'm going crazy. I don't know what to do anymore. I don't like talking about my problems. I can deal with them my own way, in my won hands. I feel in control. I smile as I watch myself bleed. I'm insane. Why do I like it? It lets you forget I guess. Shows your still alive. not dead if I can bleed.
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I'm Just Done.
CasualeNot really a story. Just writing random things that I think about.
