Emo Angel... Save Me
Entry 8
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3rd December 2014
Dear diary,
Sometimes I wonder if my life here is over, that it's time to move on-but what if I let go too soon, all hope is lost.
I wander the house, thinking if anyone knows about the scars on my wrist and the thoughts in my mind.
It scares me sometimes, the cutting is addicting, the thoughts are unstoppable. Who am I to judge people, when the only thing that I can judge is myself.
The only thing that keeps me breathing is my friends, but not my family. But why? I find my friends see more of me than my parents do; I lock my self away in my room as if it will lock away the pain too.
Shouldn't I just slit my wrists in the bath and drown in my own blood. What's stopping me.
Friends.
A friend.
No friends.
Bullied and ignored, why can't I die anytime soon? It sucks ass, it really does. So why not die here and now.
Why?