User:Lake-pond

I want to die. Every single day of my life. There isn't an escape from it. I get small breaks at best but it always finds me again. This cold pit in my stomach, the urge to hurt myself, to rip and tear and cry and scream and bleed. Because I can't stand being me, I hate every second of existing as this lump of shit that is me and I have no escape from it. I give in sometimes, and I hurt myself. Like it's a guilty pleasure, something to resist because it's just so much fun. I push blades into my skin because it gives my mind some kind of fucking distraction from being me, because the pain just slides through and silences everything, like I'm finally giving into an addiction.