6.20.24 (Warning for the talking of self harm)

Honestly, I'm scared to talk again. I know it isn't healthy to keep everything in but I didn't want to to fake being positive. I feel shitty for complaining about it. I don't know who I'm trying to please. The thought that showing my inner mind to strangers would release some stress. I feel pathetic that I can't do this on my own. Well, if it makes you feel any better, just pretend all I'm saying is for humor. Actually, that'd be best, right?

Fucker, I can't do it. I wanted to scratch my arm. I really want to but I hate pain. Disappointedly, I felt envious of people who could. I don't anymore but at times, I feel it. I wanted to wrap bandages on my arms to feel healed. That'd be a waste. A real waste 

Aahhhhh, I want to scratch my neck

Sorry.