The other day I took a walk. I stood right next to the racing cars on a busy road, and turned off my music. It was finally happening. I could finally say goodbye. But then, I stopped. I didn't do it for some reason. I had been too cowardly before, but this time was different. I wasn't scared anymore, I just decided to give life one last shot. So when I got home, I took a shower and sliced my legs up once again. And the miraculous thing was that I didn't feel that horrible emptiness that had almost convinced me to jump in front of a car. I felt something. I actually existed. And that's when I realized that I wasn't cutting because I wanted to die anymore - I was cutting because it saved me. Cutting has saved my fucking life.
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Depression Quotes - Book 3
RandomOnce again, I didn't have nearly enough space in the first two books to get in all my quotes so I'm continuing from 400 in this one. Extreme trigger warning and swearing. 3rd of 4 books.
