I stopped cutting sometime during early fall of last year. Not because I wanted to, no, but because I lost my blade. I found some more pencil sharpeners and tried to undo the blade. It didn't work. I've been trying ever since. I have been trying and trying and I can't. It won't work. I want to get better. I really do. But I miss the feeling. I want to feel the pain again so I won't have to cry until I can't breathe. Why can't I pull myself together? Why do I have to feel so worthless? I want to die...but I can't. I'll hurt the only people I have left to live for. Why can't I just disappear without hurting anyone?
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It's just my journal.
Non-FictionHello there, this is just my journal. It's really nothing special. I just a needed a place to vent, and some people can relate...so they like to read it. That's really all it is. It's kind of depressing and, well, there are some trigger warnings her...
