*TRIGGER WARNING! SELF-HARM*
I’m just tired of feeling neglected. I’m tired of being deprived of affection. I’m just tired.
Dear diary…I’m 24, and I just cut myself. On my stomach. I was just so upset and so empty…like my mind was both a black, silent void and a million tempests all at once, all I could think about was physical pain. So I gave it to myself.
I don’t need this. In two of my past relationships, I attempted suicide. I let them make me feel that low. I know the routine, I can see the signs. I’m not going through that again.