I'm addicted
To the madness
I think I enjoy the pain a little too much
It's right there
And bandages
It would be so easy to reach if it and then.
Pretty sure my dad saw them but I don't rlly give a shit
It's not like he'll say anything
I'm not breathing anymore
I'm just exsisting
I can create a factual list of reasons to stop them
I can thrive
I just need to keep going no matter how much it fucks me up.
"Y'know what?
I'll take you up on that
I'm ready."
YOU ARE READING
Diary? Idk..
RandomDon't read this if you are really sensitive or you know me.. idm if you read it just stay safe people This is just me describing my day with whatever's going on in my head
