For as long as I can remember, my thoughts have always been dark. I think of death on a daily basis. I think about every possible way I could die, or end my life. I’m dark. Everything about me is dark.
I want love. In all the wrong places. I want sex, from all the wrong people. I’m full of lust and sadness. I love how dark sex is. I love and hate the feeling of someone wanting my body. I don’t know my thoughts are jumbled. I highly doubt I’m making since. I love doing bad things. They make me feel amazing. With cutting there comes release, with pills there becomes a euphoric high. With alcohol there comes lust.
Note to all: I’m pretty sure I’m going insane right now