Tha Ks For Ruining My Night Mom

i dont know how to ask for help without feeling like a burden

“I hate

When you say that you're in love

My chest, it burns

When you then say you've had enough

Like make your mind up before I fuck my life up

Baby, I'm so stressed out”

"ill need your essay by 3:15 or you'll have to spend time after"

fuck off fuck off fuck off I leave at 130 you cant make me stay. you can wait until fucking midnight when I turn it in. you can fucking wait.

the fact that I sit in the auditorium, in the dark, until the bus. it's a perfect place to cut (because I hate and refuse to go into the bathrooms here)

i just gotta hope the cameras (if there's any in here) don't have night vision.

but I think I may start bringing my blades officially now.

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haha sorry for the late reply, i was busy thinking of all the reasons why i should kms aha.

sometimes I just imagine cutting my lip, like dragging the blade across my lower lip. i don't know why, I just do and I'm very very tempted to try it.

when in depressive pissed off state

just listen to black metal