i dont know what to do.
no one will ever see it.
i feel like death.
to bleed is to actually feel something...
real.
the pain.
feels nice.
it burns.
like snorting but better.
if i hated myself would that be so awful?
no one really cares.
i liked a guy.
there was no point though.
no point in even blogging about him,
because as much as i want something i can
never have it.
i need you god.
i need to know youre there.
im so lost in a deepening vase of drastic.
