I need to stop.
I hold all my emotion in and it isn’t good.
I have moments where I just wanna yell it all out.
...
But I hold it in anyway.
And It just seems to make it worse.
So what’s the point? of anything?
Is death or life better?
What’s the point to this stupid life of mine?
...
The other day I quickly slid the side of a spoon across my arm
It hurt for being plastic.
I think I smiled.
It hurt and I laughed a little.
And if I did smile...
...
That time I think it was a real one.