The sound of it swooshing. The sharp, succinct sound only a brand new blade can bring.
So deep with half the effort.
Blood clots without strength.
Awesome much?
I have the urge to starve myself till I'm like 35kg or something.
Oh yeah, and not only that, I wanna cut ladders from my wrists to my elbow and walk around the school with my wrists facing skywards so everyone will know.
So I don't have to fucking pretend anymore.
I am sick and tired of pretending.
I am sick and tired of this life of lies.
34 cuts.
I'm starting to overlap with the old cuts. And it took me ages to stem the bleeding enough so I could go out of the bathroom.
Like I care. I'm just gonna say this. I cut so much I really, in all honesty, have no idea what is wrong with it. Seriously.
I'm thinking of creating a tumblr dedicated to just thinspo and cutting etc but I'm too busy. :((
Happy good friday:) God bless.
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