Don't cry much anymore. I like to keep myself too high to feel anything.

My stash has been running low since school started, and I've been feeling emotions again.

I realized I don't like myself when I'm sober.

Cried, today. For the first time in months.

I just wanted to hurt.

So I did.

Sitting here in the afterglow. I still don't feel good enough. I just want to tear all the fucking skin off my arm. I want to cut myself so deep I hit bone.

I just want to wither.

"The time for sleep is now

It's nothing to cry about

'Cause we'll hold eachother soon

In the blackest of rooms."

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