I am so disappointed in myself. I finally cut. I didn't do it on my wrist, as people would be able to see that, so i cut in my leg instead. But i must admit, seeing my blood fall onto the floor and stain my sheets was rather...calming? I know that sounds weird but its true. Ugh, i don't know how in going to walk up four flights of stairs tomorrow. But hey, it felt good while it lasted. Maybe i should do that more often!
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Book Of Poems And Rants
PoetryHello, this book is just a book of my original poems, and a few rant. Please do realize that everything in this is based on my feelings. That means i am not always in the right, and it also means that some things may get a tad graphic. Any support i...
