... and it is mainly for this reason that today has led me to do something I never thought capable of doing.
There was a special event, the drop that did the camel's back. There is no need to write it because it's terribly obvious, but it's as if I had an amplifier of feelings, because of which every little negative thing ends in tragedy.
I closed the bathroom and, by anger, I started to scratch me from all sides in all directions. I kept pensre the fact that they are the only one who can save me from all this, but I no longer have the strength. It 's too late. But it's over. In the afternoon I was at school with some classmates for a course of plastic, three of them were smoking, the other two were in the bathroom. I was in class by herself and I nell'astuccio you use a razor blade to remove the ink from the paper. Within a few seconds my arm was full of cuts that have started to bleed. I was shaking.
way home, I held tight the art, as something that does not belong, something not mine. Held it, cradled it like I want to apologize to it, but the cuts continue (to be) no burning. The ambition and the pride they took me to this. And I never forgive me.
magiato and I threw up. I took laxatives. I drank three liters of water. I got a face mask with yogurt. I disinfected the wounds. I repeated to be a failure so many times that, as me hell, now I do not cry anymore. The only good news today is that I lost another pound. But there is nothing that can make me feel good now. I feel abandoned, there is only a void that fills me and a great silence.
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