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Sick and tired.
Posted April 28th 2011 at 11:36 PM by Evanesco
I keep trying and everything keeps going wrong. I'm sick of it all.
He keeps telling me to stop. He keeps telling me that everything will be fine. We'll take it one day at a time and I'll never cut again.
Fuck you. I know I will. I know I'll crack again. And maybe I don't care if I do. Maybe I'm just sick of everything and I don't care that I'm scarring myself, that I'm hurting myself.
My arm aches so bad. The cuts are the worst they've ever been. I want everything to end.
I broke down in the street yesterday. Didn't want to go home. Didn't want to go anywhere. I was praying in my head for it all to end right then, that very moment. But it didn't. It feels like it'll never end.
He keeps telling me to stop. He keeps telling me that everything will be fine. We'll take it one day at a time and I'll never cut again.
Fuck you. I know I will. I know I'll crack again. And maybe I don't care if I do. Maybe I'm just sick of everything and I don't care that I'm scarring myself, that I'm hurting myself.
My arm aches so bad. The cuts are the worst they've ever been. I want everything to end.
I broke down in the street yesterday. Didn't want to go home. Didn't want to go anywhere. I was praying in my head for it all to end right then, that very moment. But it didn't. It feels like it'll never end.
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