somehow its never enough.
everything feels so pointless atm, and i feel so empty.
i cant tell anyone. well
i cant tell them i feel im getting worse. they think im getting better being on fluoxetine.
im not, im hurting more than ever.
and im fucking slipping away.
i would drag a blade across my skin
if i hadnt already done so frequently this last week.
must give them a chance to heal up a bit, maybe ill let myself later tonight
- i think im desperate.
Nobody here is perfectly fine
A delicate frame, a fragile design.♥