Here I was standing over the all too familiar sink with blood pouring from my wrist. The shiny metal object still held in my hand as I looked in the mirror at myself disappointedly. I hate myself and I just want to die, but I'd never commit suicide. I couldn't do that but if I was walking and a car came speeding in my direction I wouldn't move. I washed off my arm and grabbed a bandage from the cupboard. I pulled down my sleeve and entered my bedroom. I put the blade in the usual place under my books on my top shelf and sat on my bed with my earphones in watching my favorite YouTuber Philip Lester. He has beautiful blue/green eyes and crisp black hair and I love him. I have been noticed by him a few times but nothing major, nothing compared to what I want. I have always thought about meeting him and talking to him and I know that we would click straight away. We both love the same things such as muse and anime, but the problem is that I'm just another obsessive fan.
I finished watchin...