What's the point of living if you can't make others happy.
Today at work I slit my wrists in the bathroom. I guess I was too weak to cut deep enough because the bleeding stopped itself and I’m still here. And now I’m in even more emotional agony with every waking moment. Nothing will end my pain and I’m too much of a pussy to take it all away forever so that no one can hurt me anymore.
As much as people tell me he’s not worth it I can’t convince myself that I am. The person who’s arguments I want the most is the one that cares the least.
Please, god, let me find the courage to end my own misery.
Yesterday was the first day in 4 weeks that I didn’t cry. It must have just been an anomaly because today I’m a mess. I can’t decide if I want to spill more blood or not.