angel_like_demon
Be gay. Do crimes.
- Mar 31, 2020
- 16
Hello there. Just wanted to tell my story here. I'm a nihilistic female, by the way.
I plan to ctb as soon as I get the guts. My method will (probably) be cutting and stabbing (don't know where yet, thinking stomach but just whatever would work.) I want to suffer when I die, because I love the rush of being hurt. I only have pencil sharpener blades and dull knives, but I'll probably sharpen both.
I'm on a lot, and I mean a lot, of medication. I don't know who I am anymore. I put on a mask and I'm too much of a people pleaser to show my true self. I'm a human rug and let people walk over me.
I'm bullied a lot at my school. See, I used to have scabs on my legs, and had to be forced to cover them up, and nobody shuts up about it. I'm so annoying on the outside, because I try way too hard to be funny. I'm the school's punching bag.
My future will probably be ruined because of my complete incompetence to do anything right; I suck at socializing and will destroy everyone around me because of my manipulation.
Sometimes I can't look at myself in the mirror, I screw up so bad. I ask, "why am I like this?" But god knows I don't do anything about it. I don't even try.
I had druggie parents, but now I live with my grandparents.They're good people, but they are homophobic and racist....okay, maybe they aren't the best people, but it's what I've got. I still love them. They still try real hard.
That's about it. I'll edit if needed. Sorry if it's really edgy, but self hate does that to you.
I plan to ctb as soon as I get the guts. My method will (probably) be cutting and stabbing (don't know where yet, thinking stomach but just whatever would work.) I want to suffer when I die, because I love the rush of being hurt. I only have pencil sharpener blades and dull knives, but I'll probably sharpen both.
I'm on a lot, and I mean a lot, of medication. I don't know who I am anymore. I put on a mask and I'm too much of a people pleaser to show my true self. I'm a human rug and let people walk over me.
I'm bullied a lot at my school. See, I used to have scabs on my legs, and had to be forced to cover them up, and nobody shuts up about it. I'm so annoying on the outside, because I try way too hard to be funny. I'm the school's punching bag.
My future will probably be ruined because of my complete incompetence to do anything right; I suck at socializing and will destroy everyone around me because of my manipulation.
Sometimes I can't look at myself in the mirror, I screw up so bad. I ask, "why am I like this?" But god knows I don't do anything about it. I don't even try.
I had druggie parents, but now I live with my grandparents.They're good people, but they are homophobic and racist....okay, maybe they aren't the best people, but it's what I've got. I still love them. They still try real hard.
That's about it. I'll edit if needed. Sorry if it's really edgy, but self hate does that to you.