It's Fine, I Cant Just Expect People's Attention 24/7. (I Expect Attention 24/7 While Not Having The

How are you supposed to just get up and go to school and go to work and come home and make dinner and fold the laundry and not want to kill yourself the whole fucking time.

2nd degree burns again but this time its from a sunburn. it fucking hurts because this time its blisters unlike a few years ago when the er doctors just cut away the skin (I casually set my hand on fire)

discovering my bf followed my Spotify. uh, well, okay. gotta set my settings so it doesn't show him when and that I'm listening to music.

if I actually cry this year it might be because of this pain. cause holy fuck. i am in pain.

I'm taking this as a ghosting/breakup. 4 years to nothing I guess.

wanna cover myself and the bathroom floor in blood.

nvm I'm feeling like shit right now.

vaguely religious thoughts are back, drop all friends when school is done, break up with partners, (try to) get a job, kill self before 2026.

i wonder, does my friend actually think I have npd?

im.fucked. I'm fucking fucked.

mom went through my room to look for something and found my box. of all my razors. AND FUCKING TOOK THEM.

she left a note of telling me to talk to her but how do I explain this shit!? how do I explain why I cut!? i don't even do it for normal reasons or depression at this point.

what do I say. oh yeah, I cut just for the hell of it? out of habit because I'm addicted? for the blood and scars? like yes, I do it when I'm upset and/or depression too, but not even I know why I do this anymore!?