Venting...

Venting...

I like school breaks because it gives me hope that I can make up my work or I can lay in bed and dream of my fictional world. But I don't like it because I have no reason to get up in the morning. One of the worst parts about being depressed is my personal hygiene just doesn't matter to me anymore.

My sister said I looked and smelled like shit. And I was taken aback like what are you talking about. Then I remember the last day I bathed was when I had to go to school. So I told myself if I took a hot bath and brushed my teeth then at least it'll be out of the way and I can stay in bed for the rest of the day. So that's the ultimatum I made with myself.

So I get in the bath, my skin is practically burning but I love it. Then my stupid as had to have an anxiety attack while I'm soaping up. So I put my headphones on and played freak on a leash by korn slowed and that helped me finish my ultimatum and make it back into bed. I didn't cut but I did bite myself when I realized I didn't have anything near me.

That concludes the end of my story. It wasn't perfect but I did it. I did it

Same

mood: i wanna hug myself

in the throat

with a rope

I love broken angels they're so angelically sad

Table 9. I love Brigitte! I want to be her best friend.

where are u sitting? horror girlies edition 🔪