It’s almost been a month since I tried to kill myself, and I’m still upset over the fact it didn’t work. Each day that passes, I just wanna drag a razor blade across my skin more and more. I’m miserable here, I don’t wanna be here. the fight isn’t worth it, nothing is worth it.
I don’t like being referred to as a “cutter” I’m a person that self harms, I don’t need that stupid label .
