Its funny how something so painful and messy can be so comforting.
You know what im talking about
So i was cleaning my room yesterday and i found a box of razorblades.
It brought back some really bad memories.
And lets just say it ended in stitches.
But im fine , Remember?
I really dont even have a reason to get out of bed anymore.
Its quite sad really,
How other people can make me feel this wothless, How they can make me believe the voices in my head .
My my mind is quite dangerous,
But at the same time its the safest place i can go to.
But yet again its the demons in my mind that tell me to pick up the blade,
Or to take more sleeping pills, or that i need to stop eating ,and loose weight.
I hate my body.
I hate my thighs
I hate my face
I hate me.
I hate my life.
Im too short.
Im worthless.
Im weak.
Im too naive .
Im just another nobody.
Goodnight.
-Samantha
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Fucked-Up Thinking
Non-Fictionjust a little story of what happens to me and how my mind works.
