why is it that every time i think i'm getting better, my shoulders and thighs start to itch, just under the skin, a place i cannot reach without a blade. and every time the itch gets to be too much to bear, coupled with the loneliness i feel, and the fact that no matter how hard i try, i'm never gonna be enough for anyone. if i was home alone, if i had a logical way to, i would kill myself. because even though school finally started, i feel so hopeless and alone. but i'm not even home, and there isn't a logical way yet. but i'm at the point where i can't see myself living past my 16th birthday.
sorry for rambling. i'm done now.
stay safe and stay chill lovelies <3
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anathema//spam book
Randomthis is going to be filled with poetry, spam, and 12am thoughts ---talks about suicide/selfharm/suicidal thoughts please be safe--- (cover edit done by me)
