Up if you want to play
Up if you want to play
not sure what you’re referring to but thanks anyways lol
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ive been picturing blowing my brains out since i was 9 years old
if i killed myself tonight i wonder what they would say.
since you left me. I no longer spend my nights wondering why I couldn’t change myself. My showers are no longer flooded with the salt water that escapes my body no matter how hard I try to keep it in. My knuckles have healed and are no longer tainted by black and blue. I do not stare relentlessly into my reflection with hate and disappointment; I cannot stand to look at myself any more. My knuckles are not bruised my the color traveled down my body onto my legs and knees from too many forgotten nights drinking until I collapse into myself. I no longer shower but bathe in my tears, spending hours wondering when I will run dry. I no longer spend my nights wondering why I couldn’t change myself. I spend my nights numb off of anything I can get a hold of and my days hating myself for who I am. Things have been good.