I've not been good lately, the shock has just gotten to me, everyday I just think of my parents faces smiling at me having fun, enjoying life.
I've took to self harming because
it's the only thing that feels like it's helping me.
I find it rather satisfying watching the blood trickle down my wrists dripping onto my bed sheets, it sounds gruesome but it helps release my pain.
Even though it scars, which I find them pretty the nature of self harming makes me happy.
I feel weird
With love,
Lou
YOU ARE READING
With Love
Teen FictionAs suffering someone's death is already hard both parents at the same time Is even worse. Lou has nobody left anymore and just when she thought she could look after herself the worst happens.
