Make meh happy...
Gosh, I feel so sick right now.
I haven't been feeling well lately, not for like 2 weeks now.
My mother says meh stressing out so much is actually making meh physically sick.
My tummy hurts, my head hurts, when I stand up I almost pass out, etc. I'm always sick...
Everyone realizes it and I bet they think it's all in my head.
I always hear "you're always sick!"
I slit my wrist earlier.
I tried not to but when it all comes down what else can I do.
It's the only thing that has ever made meh feel better.
I don't know how else to cope.
I was just laying in bed, when I started crying, it was actually after some bitch insulted meh.
What she said triggered meh (I have way to many triggers)
This time wasn't bad at all, making progress.
They didn't bleed as much as usual.
The slits are wide but they hurt just as much as usual.
I tried to cut on the actual veins this time but I chickened out and didn't cut deep, barely tore the skin.
I feel defeated, if it's not deep, it doesn't count.
It's really hard to cut around here.
I should start when she's sleeping at 2am.
My mother is watching meh like a hawk since that last incident.
Anytime I learn the living room for more than 5 minutes she comes to find meh & asks what I am doing.
I hide my razors in a place she's never gonna look, in my ring case.
It's getting really annoying. I'm like on suicidal watch, again.
I remember being on it in high school.I wasn't allowed to leave the class for the restroom b/c I might have harmed myself in the restroom.
I solved that problem, one day I sat in the back of the class and cut myself right there.
My teacher caught meh, made a big deal, he escorted meh outta class to the assistant principals office who dressed like a total stripper most days.
All the students were like "let meh see, let meh see" I felt like such a weirdo.
Anyhow, SO GLAD my mother didn't catch meh this time.
I am NOT in the mood to hear her, or anyone else for that matter.
It's MY body & if I wanna damage it I will and no one else has a right to get on meh about it.
She has NO knowledge of it, I hid the bloody paper towel in my pillowcase.
If I put it in the trash she's gonna find it.
Now she might question meh when she sees the newly stained blood drops on my covers.
She always does, "how did those get there? Have u been cutting again?"
I'm need to come up with an excuse before that happens.
Sidenote: Will still hasn't called or texted meh. Maybe he's not talking to meh b/c I dropped out school. Oh well *shrugs*
Gosh, I feel so sick right now.
I haven't been feeling well lately, not for like 2 weeks now.
My mother says meh stressing out so much is actually making meh physically sick.
My tummy hurts, my head hurts, when I stand up I almost pass out, etc. I'm always sick...
Everyone realizes it and I bet they think it's all in my head.
I always hear "you're always sick!"
I slit my wrist earlier.
I tried not to but when it all comes down what else can I do.
It's the only thing that has ever made meh feel better.
I don't know how else to cope.
I was just laying in bed, when I started crying, it was actually after some bitch insulted meh.
What she said triggered meh (I have way to many triggers)
This time wasn't bad at all, making progress.
They didn't bleed as much as usual.
The slits are wide but they hurt just as much as usual.
I tried to cut on the actual veins this time but I chickened out and didn't cut deep, barely tore the skin.
I feel defeated, if it's not deep, it doesn't count.
It's really hard to cut around here.
I should start when she's sleeping at 2am.
My mother is watching meh like a hawk since that last incident.
Anytime I learn the living room for more than 5 minutes she comes to find meh & asks what I am doing.
I hide my razors in a place she's never gonna look, in my ring case.
It's getting really annoying. I'm like on suicidal watch, again.
I remember being on it in high school.I wasn't allowed to leave the class for the restroom b/c I might have harmed myself in the restroom.
I solved that problem, one day I sat in the back of the class and cut myself right there.
My teacher caught meh, made a big deal, he escorted meh outta class to the assistant principals office who dressed like a total stripper most days.
All the students were like "let meh see, let meh see" I felt like such a weirdo.
Anyhow, SO GLAD my mother didn't catch meh this time.
I am NOT in the mood to hear her, or anyone else for that matter.
It's MY body & if I wanna damage it I will and no one else has a right to get on meh about it.
She has NO knowledge of it, I hid the bloody paper towel in my pillowcase.
If I put it in the trash she's gonna find it.
Now she might question meh when she sees the newly stained blood drops on my covers.
She always does, "how did those get there? Have u been cutting again?"
I'm need to come up with an excuse before that happens.
Sidenote: Will still hasn't called or texted meh. Maybe he's not talking to meh b/c I dropped out school. Oh well *shrugs*
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