So I wold just like to make it clear that I am not dead. I tis hard but I am here. I have been having a hard week and would just like to those who suport me. No one honestly knows how long any of us will be here, and that is what I like about like. What I mean by this is that I could get hit by a bus tomorrow, or it could live to be 87 and just simply die of old age.
UPDATE ON THE CHARACTER: I started really cutting my right arm. I havnt done that sence I was 11. I held a knife in my hand last night just like when I was 12. I wanted to die but then I met my new big sister. She is the sweetest perso I have ever met. I still want to die, but who knows truly the time I will die.
And btw the next time I wanna kill myself I WON'T be posting it. Thanks to all who I guess started freaking out for NO reason. And thanks to the many who actualy want me to die. I truly apprecciate it.
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The Cut
Não FicçãoSo this is a story. It is about life. Not like a journal but more of a description of what people can do to people. I am tired of hiding.
