I just realised how long I've not cut. The temptation has been getting harder and harder to fight. I can't pretend and say that I'm okay any more. Especially now when I'm not at home. I have to pretend to be the girl I used to be. I miss home. It's crazy for me to miss home because home is never a god place for me. I'm lonely again. I'm forced to ignore the person that I need the most. I know it's wrong, but he was there when I needed someone. He was the one that gave the what I needed. But no, I have to forget about him. It's for the best. I can't live knowing that I'm hurting him. And that ladies and gentleman, KILLS ME. I just miss cutting. I wanna get that razor out and just poke it through my skins right now. Makes me nauseous thinking that I can't do it. I need it. NOW.

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