I love my blades. They keep me company when everyone else has left.
I’ll just go to the washroom, lock the door and quietly weep with my blade in hand.
FML. I’m gonna cut and cut because I need to punish myself. I hate my fuckin life. I wish I were dead.
Please, may I die now?
FUCK YOU RELAPSE.
I’m still alive. Better than before. Spent some time in the psych ward. Hello there Depression. You can’t conquer me.