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Brokenwithbpd
Mage
- Jun 15, 2020
- 503
The darkness has returned. My veins feel the need to be carved at to find any sort of release. I had a few days, where maybe I thought I could try again. At this horrible fucking game called life which is a joke. But this is who I am. I find comfort in my darkness. In my bad thoughts. In my bed listening to my depressed and dying playlist where I can cry and pity myself and where my heart aches in places I didn't know existed just because i am so damn lonely. And tired. So tired.