Do you really miss me?
Or do you feel alone? Wondering if some day soon I'll find a place called home. Sorry for bothering, you dont have to care.
I derstroy myself repeatedly and I still wonder why I'm this way. And sure I know that it's not healthy, but I can't stop hurting myself. It doesn't have to be physical but mentally I'm scared.
Scarred more than my wrists. Oozing with my blood. Staining my arms and legs.
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Diary of a smol bean
Randomjust random stuff i think of during the day or other depressing shit because i make sense
