January 28, 20xy
I wish someone would notice how I'm crumbling. No one does. No one noticed the marks on my wrists when my sleeves rolled up while I was trying to defend myself from someone who decided it would be a good idea to start getting physical. Or rather, if they did, no one seemed to care in the slightest. That's okay though. I'm not sure how much longer I'll stay here.
~Sam
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The Mask She Wore
RandomThe journal of a girl who broke her facade, and regretted it. Trigger Warning-Cutting, Suicide
