I wish I could be adopted. Take on a second father and get a second chance at what I desire. Someone who would scold me if I did poorly in school, and praise me for doing well. Someone who would spend time just being close to me in a maternal fashion. I wish with all my heart, and I know if I keep wishing that it won't happen. I'm too old and I'm a burden that no one would willingly take on. As I write this I sit with a razorblade in front of me, I slid it across my wrist a few times but it just didn't cut... I'm too gentle. I'll probably use a paperclip. As these memories and wishes are scars upon my mind so too will they be scars on my body. I'll be going to work in bandages again. I'll be harassed for it as usual. and people will ask what happened. I'm past the point of hiding bandages. I'm sick of suffering inside alone.
It's amusing how I help so many people in the community, and I'm such an activist yet I'm so riddled with my own issues. I do everything to help others but recieve none in return.
I' tired. I' going to put on some music, cut, and sleep... what a stereotype, i should take y medication, too bad it won't kick in before I do some damage.
Edit ** I did it, I cut with a razor blade, I've tried so many times and stopped out of fear but I did it... I just had to press harder and try not to tremble. It's beautiful, just what I deserve. This is the punishment I get for living the way I did. Good job Alice you worthless piece of shit! Wonder what else you can do to yourself while we're at it.
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