The other night, I was at home, I should have cut I didn't. I needed something more.... more to the point I didn't.
I had pills and alcohol and hated the fact I woke up the next day. I'm such a failure. No one knows. Not until now. I should cut, but it just feels like a lot of hard work.
Why can't I cut? Why can't I try again?
the best laid plans
1 year ago
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