ts 9.55 p.m
my thighs are stinging from the alcohol i used to clean my wounds
im trying to decide whether im too depressed to touch myself but its the only thing that gets me to sleep
i have too many thoughts rummaging around my head looking for a home but there are no vacancies
i cant stop thinking
i want to stop hurting the ones i love
i want to stop hurting myself
i want to start loving myself
i want to be loved
too many things seem impossible, even the things i have already done
i think alot about people who have no one and the fact that i have so many people who love and care for me but i dont talk to them because i feel like a virus
im gonna touch myself
its 10.02 p.m