I want to go back to cutting everyday. My scars are starting to fade, it's been to long. I can't take staying clean any longer. I need the release.
It's not like there's a point in staying clean anyways. I'm gonna be dead soon. It doesn't matter what I do to my body because I'm gonna kill myself anyways.
Nothing matters anymore, the only thing left is plotting my suicide.
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Acakrandom thoughts from my depressed suicidal brain This is my way of coping. I'm learning to rant on wattpad instead of cut, binge purge...etc. Also, most of the time when I'm writing this stuff I'm upset and have no regard for spelling and grammar ch...
