I overdosed on Xanax and scared my parents and my boyfriend of almost two years. I thought it would be like the movies, where the person wakes up from their coma and they are comforted by those around them. I thought it would show them how much pain I was in. But instead, he is angry and says he’s done. We were going to get married, and now he can barely look at me. What happened? How can things change so much in just a matter of days? I am sorry for taking the pills and scaring him. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry. I can’t take it back, but I need him in my life now more than ever.
I felt so beautiful, so I trailed a blade across my skin and watched the beads of blood dribble out. It was beautiful, enchanting and fascinating. The pain was nothing compared to the beauty the cut held. That’s what they didn’t understand; it wasn’t self-hate. It was an appreciation for that twisted beauty in blood escaping its captivity. I felt like I was being set free.
One story, you can stick it
Two stories, that’s tough
Three, you’ll break a bone
Four, you’ll snap your neck
Five, there’s a slim chance at living
Six, you’re dead