A few weeks later i learned that michael tried to commit suicide and failed thankfully
but in that time i started getting back to old habits my anxiety killed me so much i felt dizzy, i couldn't breath, i was lost, and afraid i cut more than i ever had my body covered in scars from the blades and sticks i used to hurt myself with before and i couldn't stop.
people know that drugs are addicting, but cutting is also an addiction and i gave into it.
