I did that. To myself. That's what depression does. It rips you apart until your a bleeding mess, or you are just a pile of bones.
I don't cut for attention, I do it to feel in control of the pain I feel inside. I don't want attention, I want help. But I'm to scared to ask for it
YOU ARE READING
My rant book
RandomThis is where I will rant about everything, if I can even put it into words. I will also maybe write depressing or motivational shit on here. Read if you want to cringe forever
