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My self harm experience~

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autobiography hope love selfharmawarness suicide

This is my story of my self harming times and why I did it. I made it to let all suicidal and empty fewling people know they are not alone! This isnt for attention, as I noticed some of them are and seem pretty dumb. Some cut for attention while others do it to fill their empty, deep hurt inside. So enjoy~All Rights Reserved

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This is a sequel to my story "Walk Me Down The Aisle" ___ It has been several months since our last conversation, and the details of that exchange have faded from my memory, clouded by a haze of deceit and regret. I've come to accept that perhaps our connection was not destined to endure, merely a fleeting respite from the trials and tribulations we each faced. My love for him once blinded me, yet in the aftermath, I am struck by how I projected an image of myself that fell short of authenticity. It took only a matter of months to realize my error and confront the truth that I had been so engrossed in my own pursuits and aspirations that I failed to recognize the depth of Scott's heartache. At this juncture, I find myself pondering the endless "what-ifs" and "what-might-have-beens." If only I had been sincere, open, and genuine from the start, perhaps our story would have taken a different turn. I once coveted the adoration that fans bestow upon their idols, only to realize that I had squandered the chance for such a love to flourish. My actions have led to our parting, and for that, I am filled with remorse. Hindsight has illuminated the cracks in our foundation, revealing the fissures that widened into chasms over time. Now, I grapple with the weight of my own missteps, calling into question the integrity of the connection we once shared. The echoes of our fractured bond resonate within me, serving as a solemn reminder of love's fragility and the consequences of lost opportunities.

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