It was a bad night last night My tear stained cheeks and sliced up wrists can vouch. I never know what I'm thinking anymore... Or why. I just know that I am.
It's scary, You know... Being like this. I get scared, and other people get scared. More often than not, I can't control these thoughts... These protruding and unwelcome thoughts but I don't know what to do. I never know what to do anymore. I just know that I've had a lot of bad nights lately. A lot of them. But I don't know what to do.