I didn't really want to get out of bed this morning but I did.
I keep forgetting things, I keep forgetting where I am, who I am.
Im scared of myself. Im scared what damage I really could do.
Not cutting seems like a sick twisted punishiment, because I so badly want to do it.
It's like it's building up to one huge attempt..
I just don't want to be on this world any more.
I just don't want to breathe
I just don't want to see.
I don't want to exist.
I want all memories of my life and me forgotton about.
Washed away.
Erased
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