A/N: important *Vent*
Sorry for not updating this. I'm just really stressed mentally and emotionally lately. I've tried to control the returning depression attacks, but I couldn't stop it.
It feels so empty and it hurts so much and the fact that nobody is here breaks me down emotionally every minute. I just need to speak someone...anyone. It hurts...
I'll let you all on a disturbing secret: Suppose I wanted to cut. SUPPOSE. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't. Why? Hemophobia. The fear of blood. If only I didn't have that fear, I would've been dead and happy. Born with a flaw so I can't cut. Idk if I'm lucky or not.
Anyways, I didn't mean to share my personal problems and hurt anyone else.
I'll try to get back to updating soon..
Thanks for reading this all.
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