Inside The Mind Of A Broken Girl | Bio

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After a good month or so, I really fucked up. I did it again but controlled myself to only a few cuts. I'm just so tired. My body is tired. My mind is tired.

I'm always emotionally drained and I don't know what to do. I just want to cut until my body is a bloody heap of skin and bone. I don't want this. I didn't ask this. And yet I got it.

This is my life. A constant battle in my mind and barriers normal people would be able to achieve without a second thought.

I can barely get out of bed in the morning, I hate being at school mist of the time, and I just hate having to not be able to do what I once enjoyed. I just don't think I can do it anymore.