9th September 2014.
- 22:38pm -
I just had to write a bit.
I'm far from okay, I'm exhausted, sad and my anxiety attacks have increased again. I'm just so freakin tired of living. I just can't do it anymore and I don't want to neither. I still wish I actually took my life last month so I would have been relieved from everything. I'm so fucking upset I'm still here, going through a living hell every day.
Nobody can save me. I'm just beyond broken. I can't be fixed anymore. No change at all.
Sunday I made my 'last' cuts. (Well you know, once a cutter, always a cutter) Basically my whole wrist is cut. I needed it. I actually need it easy every minute of every day. But I can't. I promised someone to stay clean for 22 days atleast. I have to put that through.
I just can't even explain in how much pain I am and how much of a hell I need to face everyday. I'm just so done with everything and I just don't know how to continue.
Can't I just die in a car crash? At least people won't blame me that way.
By the way you better not get attached to me because In the crappiest friend ever, I just don't give a shit about anything. My life can't be worse anyway.
I really need to cry and stuff so goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
My story.
Non-FictionI never wrote stuff before. But this might be my first "story". I think I'm going to write down what I have to go through everyday. I'm suicidial, selfharming and depressed. Maybe writing will calm me down. Let's just try it *** This contains self h...
