I ran up to my room, crying my heart out once again after another rough day at school. Another rough day of HIM. I just don't know how much more of this I can take. An hour had past and I was still sobbing over my 17 year old broken heart. Not thinking, blinded by the emotional pain, I ran over to my bathroom and grabbed the razor. I can't do this to myself, I thought, moving to put it back on the counter. I have had this argument so many times with myself during the time I considered post-HIM. Then I thought back to what had happened today. That was the final straw. I snatched the razor back up, bringing it towards my arm, trembling, tears streaming down my face. I had to do this.951Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNj2rkDuzHH
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Hey my lovelies!
Sorry for the short first chapter, but there was really nothing to add. Feel free to comment anything, I don't really care what, I will take everything into account. I'm gonna apologize in advance for grammatical errors, I am mostly going to be typing on my iPod. I will try to update at least once a week, and miltiple chapters per week. That's my goal.
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