I am shakey.
I am covered in blood.
I am sick to my stomach.
I am alone.
I haven't cut my forearms since I was thirteen and they were still shallowshallowshallow. Today I just sliced them up, going deeper and deeper, bleeding all over.
They would not stop bleeding.
One of them is 1/16 of an inch or so above the bone. I'm worried it will rip the rest of the way down. I'm worried it'll get infected and get into bone marrow. It needs stitches. All of them need stitches, but this one more so than the others.
At the same time, I do not care.
I'm so sorry. Please forgive me.
i won't let you say goodbye, and i'll be your reason why.
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