Submissions by nohope (nae)

as i sit and slip throughto the old routines, tears run down my cheeks. i know that this does not solve anything, but it reminds me of what i should get. i wish i were dead and those pills seem to be calling my name. at times i do not want to do it, so my razor keeps me confortable. stride after stride, tear after tear, i think of how messed up i am and how worthless i am. so many things pop up...