This story is very close to home, since, yes, I am a cutter, and yes, I am clinically depressed. It's going to be depressing and loving and a huge roller coaster. Also, this will be my first chapter story! Woo! I promise to try and stay on task and put out as many chapters that I can as fast as I can.
It's my senior year this year, so all I have to worry about is my SAT's...which I really don't care about...yayyyy.
Alright, so, enjoy!
Sweets;
I don't think it's possible for one person to hold this much hurt.
Every glance in the mirror, every comparison to someone much more worthy of living, every insecure glance, it just builds up like a soda bottle.
I don't know when, but that bottle is going to pop and it's only a matter of time before everything comes crashing down. And after that, there will be no more pain, and no more hate and rejection and insecurities, and all the pain that I have ever felt will cease to exist.
Everything will go black and I'll be fine,
I won't feel anything and I'll be just fine.
It's only a matter of time.
Just a little taste.