It's something I've been doing for years. Even when I had trouble breathing and my heart hurt so much it was nearly unbearable before, I'm sitting there, completely calm, wiping down my arm with disinfectant cream, throwing bloody tissues into the trashcan across the room.
It doesn't hurt. I'm not sad. I'm not angry. I'm just calm. Sure, it annoys me that I did it again, but I'm not giving the feeling that much room. It's fine. I'm fine.
Listening to: Let Me Die by Lil Happy Lil Sad
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About my life, I guess
Novela JuvenilDas Rumgejammer eines depri Kindes mit zu viel Zeit. Muss nicht in der Reihenfolge gelesen werden.
