So when we are little we want to grow up. But now? I want to be little. Adults aren't mean when your young. People tell you that you are pretty, that you mean something, but now? Its all about bills, paying this person or you have to smile when you don't want to. Pretending that you aren't really hurting. And when you tell someone you are? That is the end of the fucking world. Might as well be an invalid. Can't cry with it being a big thing. Well that's shit. Who the fuck actually cares? I self harm, and I am okay. I know how to handle it. I am done fighting, so let's let the world go to hell.
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Life Hurts, So Lets Talk
Non-FictionLife sucks, so why not talk about it. Also there is no filter here. And if you message me about a issue you want me to write about, I'll considered it. One more thing, I don't honestly care. If I want to talk about anything I will. Self harm, suicid...
