Many days I feel like I want to slit my wrist. Not the long way like Hannah from “13 Reasons”, but the short way just to release some of this anguish I feel inside.
It’s hard because looking at me you wouldn’t be able to tell if I’m mentally stable, shit some days I can barely tell. There’s always ups and downs in life, but as time progresses ups are very scarce. Seems like good things are supposed to happen and then I’m jammed into a box like a fucking trinket, I can’t breathe, can’t move, I’m just stuck.
I haven’t had much hope lately. Like I’m really running out of time and I’m trying to press in, pray and all that good shit, but I’m being blocked.
It just gets crazy after a while. I haven’t made the first cut and hopefully I never will.