Help.
I feel it. The cold. The fear. The itching feeling on my skin. The urges. Simply everything. I just... feel it.
Just fucking end me already.
I want to hide in a toilet stall again. I want to throw up. I want to cut myself. I want to disappear.
Why don't people get that I am tired?
Help me, I beg you.
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