"Fat, ugly, worthless, stupid, crazy, weird, emo, loser, attention seeker, drama queen, freak, whore, slut, retard, unloved, useless, unwanted, awkward, disaster, messed-up, dumb, bitch, mental, demon, evil, annoying, foolish, immature, jerk, disturbed, idiot, pathetic, trash, poor, liar, cutter, insecure, pained, wasted, selfharmer, anorexic, disgusting, psychopath, ridiculous, chubby, gross, brat, loud, scary, rude, different, pig, hideous, obese, boney, fag, fake, suicidal freak, geek, gay, lezbo, monster, dumbass, depressed, weak, horrible, talentless"
I thought of all these names as I slit my wrists with my only friend, my blade. "Why do you cut?" they ask. "Why are you depressed?" they ask. "Why are you suicidal?" they ask.
People dont understand that words hurt. They dont know what other people are going through. "life" i replied. I didnt want it to turn out like this. I didnt want to become addicted to cutting. I didnt want to be depressed all the time. But now my life is ruined. "Shes a cutter" they said. "Shes a selfharmer" they said. "Shes suicidal" they said. But they dont know why.
At night, I stared up at the ceiling and thought about everything I fucked up in my life. I thought about everything that I lost and every chance that I gave up. I put on my favorite band, trying to get my mind off of things, but this time, it didnt work. All those words were on my mind. I got up and turned my lamp on. I opened my drawer and took out my blade. I looked at it for a while. "You know what, im not gonna cut tonight" i said as I put my blade back. I went to sleep.
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Suicide
عشوائيThis is mostly all non-fiction except the suicide part obviously lol my friends just thought that if there is suicide involved, it would make the story more interesting.