Just like Brisa. I'm not making promises anymore. Especially any about cutting.
Want to know why?
Because I have been cutting..
I failed my promise again.
This time, I won't promise you I won't cut.
I'll just hurt you all..
Because I definitely will cut again..
I'm not trying to fight it.
I'm embracing it.
Letting the cutting give me a small release.. an escape
I'm done fighting it. I know I can't win.
I give up. Give up until death and people are crying my name while I sit pale in a coffin..
It'll come sooner rather then later
