Today, I put a blade to my skin again, and thought about ending it. But as before, I'm too much of a pussy to do it.
It's too hard to explain really, but getting to that point is a horrible feeling; some of you might know what I'm talking about: that feeling where you just don't feel anything, and nothing can pull you out of it.
I don't even know what to think anymore. This past week I've gained and lost a boyfriend, and my best friend isn't my best friend anymore. Just a good friend I suppose. I've fallen behind in school in the past month, and there's no possible way I can catch up. I'm not motivated to do anything, and my persistent attempt at optimism is failing.
The only thing I'm looking forward to is Harry Potter this weekend. But then what?
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