I think I've come to a point in my life where I don't even cut as a coping method anymore, it just sort of happens. Pretty pathetic when cutting has become routine.
They say the third times a charm. I don't believe it. Because when I wanted to die for the third time, I failed. The pills have failed me again, so did you.
It feels like I'm missing out. Everything interesting is happening somewhere else. I want to reach out from this slump, I want to feel again. I don't want to miss out anymore.
I'm not sure what I'd do without you. I've gotten so used to your voice and laughter that I don't think I could ever remember anything other than you. So really, what would I do without you?