I think I'm going crazy. It's like, I'm not control of my mind anymore. And I fucking hate that. I just keep having these moments where I don't want to talk to anyone, I just want to take far too many pills and wait until I'll be happy again... if I ever will be. But the pills will help. How? I don't know.
I don't know what I'm blogging about.
I just wanted to get that out.
My body is covered in cuts and it hurts to walk, to sit, to stand, to be.
I wish I was fatter so I could have more space to cut.
I wish I was thinner so I could be considered human.