#shirorrata

I hate my life.

Everyone's the same.

I'm gonna die. When they're both gone, I'm gonna cut a bunch. I don't care if I have school after they leave. I need to cut. My brain has just been thinking about cutting cutting cutting over and over and over and ov

"You're gonna be immature about it?" Shut up shut the fuck up after this year I'm just going back to my parents house you don't get to pick what I can and cannot be upset about.

I hate it when people force me to eat it just makes me want to vomit everything up then she took my phone because I didn't like the apple pie?? I'm not going to eat it if I don't like it. I should've stayed home.

I wish I could cut because I'm not able to scratch until I'm bleeding..

I want to be loved deep down but I know I'm not loveable. I can cry all I want and have nobody check on me, that's life.

I can't even socialize without feeling sick. I feel sick talking to my lover, because I know that at the end of the day, I'll die before her. My body will bleed from my wounds, my brains all over the concrete. Nobody will miss me for that long. When I decide when to go, I'll happily make a note.