It's setting in again. That feeling of nothingness. That feeling where nothing really matters anyway. It's setting in that I could cut 100 times and it wouldn't make a difference. It wouldn't help me nor others. But it can't hurt right? I don't even feel the sharp blade bite into my skin. All I feel if the warm blood drip down my skin as I watch it slow seep out of my newest cut. I have this feeling like life is pointless. And it really is. So.. Why can't I end it?
