Metalcore. Lots of feels. Bullshit friends. My life.
“See I understand I have an addiction. I’ve let self hate and depression run my life. I made self harm a part of me and now I can’t go a day without a cut or a purge. I cut even when it was a good day. And yet, knowing this… It doesn’t change a thing. I’m addicted to this and I don’t plan on fixing it. I don’t plan on living much longer anyways. So who cares, right?”