I'm getting bad worse.
So much worse.
The thoughts inside my head are getting more and more messed up.
My arms are burning. I'm an idiot. I started hurting myself on my arms again.
There is no one I can talk to. Nothing I can do. I don't want to be alive.
I just make people sad.
It would be better if I was dead. Not just for me, but for everyone.
YOU ARE READING
Stuff that goes on inside my head
RandomYeah. This book is not for you to read. It's not funny. It's not happy. It's just going to be me venting to myself. so stop reading.
