why the fuck did i throw out my blades?
I was actually beginning to be happy again.
I had stopped cutting and stopped crying.
Then my life got fucked up again. Dad’s yelling at me for being a teenager, sister’s fighting with me for going through “changes”. Mom’s starting shit and talking about taking me from my dad. I feel like a complete alien around my family and my friends. What’s wrong with me? Don’t they understand that each hurtful word that comes out of their mouth kills me a little more inside? I guess its back to the razors and suicidal thoughts…




