Yay
My birthday is soon
yIPPEE
The thing is though
I honestly don't give a shit anymore
Why do I care?
Yay
I'm a year closer to death
Can death hurry the fuck up?
I have nothing to live for anymore.
The one thing I loved most is gone
People that I loved dearly, I don't see anymore, let alone talk to them
My entire family is depressed as all hell
And I'm slicing up my hips nightly
I'm so scarred it's not even funny
And the best part is
Daddy doesn't even know!
Or care, most likely!
He saw my scars
What did he say?
"Those are some bad scratches, you might wanna take care of those"
He's seen my blades!
What did he say?
NOTHING AT ALL
HE'S NOT EVEN SUSPICIOUS OF ANYTHING
"OH BOY MY DAUGHTER HAS A BUNCH OF RANDOM SCRATCHES, I WONDER WHERE THEY CAME FROM? SHE HAS BLADES ON HER BED WITH HER, BUT I CAN GARENTEE SHE'S NOT DOING ANYTHING"
I HAVE SUICIDE LETTERS WRITTEN
I'M PLANNING ON PUTTING THEM TO USE SOON
I ALREADY HAVE A FUCKING PLAN
SO I'M SORRY IF I GO INACTIVE OUT OF NOWHERE
IT'S PROBABLY BECAUSE I'M DEAD
