Soon i'll adjust to my new medication s but until then i have to deal with people thinking i'm an addict. Thats okay they can fuck off they don't know what I've been through.
Soon i could be in love with a boy who i think is the handsomemest guy. Yeah but if my slobbering state continues no one will love me and that oddly leaves me feeling alright.
Soon i could have an apartment of my own "but fuck" i'm such a useless mess right now. Its okay though i can still get the place a push all my negative thoughts away amd make it feel like a home. Or so i hope?
Soon i could be happy but god i hate when people ask me how i feel caise blelive me you don't want to know! But for the sake of this book i"ll tell you. I feel more dead inside every day that i'm on my meds. My anxitey makes me literally just want to cut my fucking face off, for the biggest rush of emotion numbing endorphins.
All i be okay i think just need to keep writing its keeps me out my head.
Soon i will lose feeling in both wrist from excessively cutting. Unless i end up cutting straight through to the bone god i want that so my feelings can stop.
I want all these things but they may not happen in time.
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All in my head?
NonfiksiWhy fight this pain, when everyday it only becomes easier to go? This is sort of a diary it will become more of a story as the chapters continue. May have mentions of suicide. Might have graphic images, if that bothers you don't read this, check out...
