I started to cut again
Even tho i said i wouldn't i did
It givems me a sense of peace
Of calmness i haven't felt in quite a long time.
I dont feel the need to go to others anymore, im being pathetic a brat for being ungrateful.
It doesn't mater anyway even if i were to die[hopefully] or if i were to cut a 1000s times its not like anyone would notice.
I promise i wouldn't do it but wtf am i suppose to do when the people i thought cared about me fucking left
They stopped talking to me like a friend and more or so a stranger.
I mean i guess i can see why im a horrible person whoes mean and im always hitting them but i guess thats my fault for being afraid. Their actually care or either laugh at me for being weak for wanting to tell them the shit ive been feeling for the abyss of darkness thats lying woth in me but i guess its okay as long as everyones talking about their feelings and their problems an their okay.
