I have an addiction,
and it started out small.
at first, it was because
i wanted to feel anything other
than feeling nothing at all
and that feeling of feeling
lasted for an hour until
i felt pain and regret,
so i did it again until
i felt release and i
could let my anger out.
but sooner rather than later,
once my climax died out,
all i felt was sadness along
with regret and pain
and so i did it again and again
and again and i told everyone
that i had stopped but i lied
so you wouldn't worry and
now i wear the memories as
scars on my thighs and i am
sorry.
♥
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Jamie's Diary
FanfictionJust another edgy teen and isn't like most girls and has deep complex emotions and cries alot to The Beatles while clutching a ukulele close and wearing a slash band t-shirt and yellow scrunchie cause I'm a hopeless romantic that fits the aesthetic👌
