Suicide Sundays 🔪

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Oh, it's the sunday before school and I'm about to slit my fucking throat, along with my wrists, hopefully bleeding to death before school starts.

It's currently about 8PM.. I'm calling my two friends. I threatened them with suicide. I honestly have no clue as to why I did that.. but I did.. Guys, I'm gonna kill myself at 12am.. Is what I said....

I was going to, I honestly did try to. Something in me held me back though.. Empathy shiver. At the time, I thought.. Fuck YOUR pity, fuck MINE.
I am very numb and emo most of the time. The fact my friends hang out with me makes me appreciate them like hell.
Oh how lucky I am to have them. 😁
One of my friends went to bed. I have one left, we consider this friend to be the perverted one, because she is. She loves her gay porn. Oh fuck, even gay stories are enough to make her fucking horny, or turn her on. Which in my opinion is fucking SAD. I was having fun though.. i forgot school for about half an hour.. Then.. I hear someone storm into my room
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"Violeta, go to bed.. NOW!!"...

See, my mind is usually but when I look at the fucking door and see my annoying ass mother, I remember school. I look at the time. 12am.. Well.. 11:43.. God, is it time? Is it my time to leave this hell? Basically asking should I fucking kill myself now...I think God screamed yes because I ended my call and stormed through my closets finding sharp blue scissors, thirsty for my slit skin, and bright red blood. I was tempted.
I started to cut through my wrists.. Falling asleep in bed with the scissors In my hand.. waking up to a very..
. bad day..

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