Maybe She's Breaking?

Knife.

Sometimes I just want to cut myself, because I’ve heard for some people, cutting is a way of releasing the pain. I’ve gotten so close to doing it before, that I just feel stupid for backing out.

Tonight, I sit on the kitchen floor after everyone’s asleep with a steak knife against my wrist. I want to do it, but I’m just too scared to cut myself. I guess not only am I slow, I’m a coward too.

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Not really getting many comments, or subscribers, or even views here, but I sort of am in love with this story anyways.
Did I mention it's kind of my NaNoWrMo story yet?
Well, it is.
For the record, in case anyone wants to know where I stand with this story at the moment...

4,132 / 50,000

I really don't know if this will reach anywhere near 50k words though.

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