• Im so tired. Im sick and im tired. Im so tired I cant sleep. It fucking hurts to breathe. To move. Im restless. I want more. Last night was shit. Shit shit shit. Pure fucking shit. I can feel myself getting a little more crazy. I poured red wine all over the counter, then arranged everything in the kitchen on it, nice and carefully. Square, right angles. She looked at me, As if she couldn’t believe this fucked up creature was hers. She told me, she wishes shes been stricter with me. And danny. I don’t know. I just don’t. I think im gonna finish it. I want random hookups, and mindless sex. Some sort of intimacy that doesn’t come from seeing him once a month and hooking up with him in his car. im gonna tryand stop cutting. I started on my stomach last night, I didn’t even feel anything. My arms, my beautiful scarred arms are aching for more. I get this feeling, of phantom cuts. I can feel the blade, tracing patterns across my wrists. This urge. This fucking urge to open my veins. To let it all flow out. Im thinking. That if I don’t have to do anything, anything else, forever, that, it would be really good.

• mm ok
  but
  i unnoo
  im tryin to limit it

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• if ur aching 2 cut, try ribs but breathe in first n hold it while u cut, it brings a crazy sensation every time guarantee, but its good that ur gonna try n stop.

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