I'm honestly at my limit. Tw: svicide, 3d, $h
If I dont get help real fucking soon then after these next two weekends you guys will never hear from me again. I'm tired of hiding my symptoms and trying to keep it together. I'm not getting any better and I can no longer talk myself through it. Damn..so close to my birthday too. 11/09/2005-11/1/2024. Sounds like a fucking plan to me. Then when people ask my parents "what did *she* do for her birthday or say tell *her* happy birthday for me" they can explain that because they were stupid twats their child died 8 days before their birthday. I'm tired of the cutting, the starving, the violent thoughts and urges. I'm sick of wanting to hurt others. I'm sick of him, sick of her. I'm sick of me. Hell, haha..I'm just plain ol' fucking sick. Fuck everyone who ever thought that I was okay and that I was going to get better. Fuck everyone who gave me false hope. Fuck everyone who *THINKS* they know me. I dont even know myself. I'm ready to just be done.
Damn yall that was kinda silly..anyways happy to announce that my I'm still alive lol
















