𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠∞𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐲𝐧✔

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Daniel
I don't know what's going on with me and Corbyn. We've just been fighting a lot lately and it's really bothering me. Everything I do seems to annoy him now. I feel like I can't do anything about it.

"Uh, C-Corbyn" I ask. "Can we talk?"

"Ok." He says. "So, I feel like everything I do annoys you and starts a fight" I say, saddened by what's happening. "Ok." Corbyn repeats.

"Ok so you obviously don't wanna talk and hear what I have to say so what the hell is going on with you?" I snap. I instantly regret how I just yelled at Corbyn.

"Uhm, I- uh- think we should b-break up" Corbyn says. "Ok" I say, looking down while hiding tears.

I grab my phone, charger, a blanket, and a pillow, and walk downstairs to the couch.

Corbyn
"Mom, I'm going out!" I yell, stifling the sadness in my voice.

I get in my car and drive to Walmart. I walk down the empty aisle that I'm all too familiar with. I pick up my only friend, since Daniel threw mine away last time I was in the hospital. I proceed to self checkout.

In the car, I roll up my sleeves and drag the cold, shiny metal across my wrist. I did it again. I relapsed.

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Don't hate me pls ppl.