So I relapsed pretty bad over winter break and my dad found out and he literally beat the fuck out of me. I'm covered in bruises and I'm in so much pain, not just physical. The person I look up to and care about the most told me I bring out the evil in him. I'm done. Just done. I'm actually trying to get better and this is what he does. It's like my favorite book, paper towns, all the strings inside me broke. I quit, he broke the last part of me that I was holding on to, to keep me here. The last string broke inside me.
-JT
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Randomrandom 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...
