I’m going off tumblr now. As my mum has found my cuts before she stills worries about me and now she has found my journal which I have wrote my feelings down and how I want to die and shit and now my mum won’t stop asking me questions about stuff. I may start seeing someone to help me past these thoughts and I can’t stay on tumblr. I need to get better. Goodbye.
It’s amazing how words can do that, just shred your insides apart.