Its 2am and all I think about is hurting myself, it’s been half a year and the urges are coming back. the last time was by a heated spoon in my fathers house while I was watching his kids. It is weak of me to give in, but I doubt I will be able to sleep: again. sounds like some teenage drama, probably is. but maybe this random confession will help me stress less and get me to sleep. goodnight.
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