broken
It was dark. I was laying on my bed. The day at school was the same as always. I walk in, I get criticized, I come back home feeling like shit. "You are a little whore who cant do any thing hahaha!". That's what Lindsay said today. I'm used to it.I see all these things for depression, and my mom wants me to talk about it. I say im fine, but I feel like shit in the inside. I'm getting sick of it,so I walk into the bathroom, and I find the razor. Yeah. I just cut myself. "Hahaha.I feel like hurting now." I said. I didn't have time for Lindsay's stupid bullshit.Nope. NOT AT ALL.
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