Okay I’m still alive, I didn’t cut deep enough. I now however have to cover up my arm and hope the bleeding doesn’t keep seeping through my home made bandage.
Part of me is glad it didn’t work, because I get to see my little brother today, whom I love him so much. And then the other part of me isn’t glad I’m still here. Part of me thinks I’m that pathetic I can’t even kill myself.
How do I fail so much at life.