Words are Knives

MASK

ANYONE CAN HIDE ANYTHING
THEY JUST NEED THE
RIGHT
MASK

-me, on the back of my 3rd science test I dug out of a pile today lol

A/N
So I normally don't write authors notes but... I'm desperate. I am so effing lost. I go through the monitors of everything I did before, I go to church, school, I work harder than ever, I try to write for you, but nothing comes out. I hate it. I hate myself. I hate myself so so much. I'm supposed to be happy. Bright. New year, new me.
I just ended my three-month clean record. I was going to write about it but... something happened. I accidentally cut my finger open while chopping cabbage, and it was like a floodgate. Everything I'd been fighting of for THREE MONTHS came rushing back and when the sun went down... it was like a drug. I couldn't stop. That was a week ago and I'm limping, especially after today (I was walking around all day... reopened some stuff.)
I honestly have no idea why I'm sharing this.
Maybe because I trust you guys. You understand.
You maybe will care.
Maybe I'm safe.

Maybe.

Anyway, love you all.
I don't want any of you to cut. Ever. None of you are deserving of self-mutilation. I don't care what crap you come up with, I love you. Don't hurt yourself.

Please.

~💙