Entry 16- Jan 5, 2019
Dear friend,
Christmas and New Year's was well spent with my family and Kyle's family. I really wished things could have panned out differently though. I had been fine and things had been perfect until January 2nd when I went to the bathroom of the Broflovski home.
I was just going into the bathroom when I saw it. A razor. Usually Kyle put them up before I came into the bathroom but I think Gerald forgot about it. No I didn't need it but instinct had me grabbing it. I took it apart with shaking fingers. I didn't have a whole lot of time. Kyle could come back any minute.
I hadn't relapsed again for a while- since November? Maybe? Well, I went for it. I started to slice at my skin and it felt so good. I missed the feeling but it hurt. It felt good to hurt. I probably got a fourth cut into my arm when Kyle knocked at the door. I froze and started to cry.
Kyle ended up being let inside and saw me. He saw me bawling like a baby. I thought Kyle would have killed me. He didn't. He cleaned me up, walked me to our room, and held me close. He held me while I cried about nonsense. I cried for a while until I calmed down and fell asleep.
I'm back at the hospital and I couldn't feel any more worse than i have in a while.
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Dear Stan Marsh
FanfictionArt by: Burquillos (via tumblr) Edited to become cover by me. Stan Marsh is 19 years old and suffering from depression and self-harm. He has been for a few years now, and it's become too much. Thanks to those around him, he's on the road to recovery...
