its like, as soon as it gets pushed into your skin you are opening up everything on the inside, all the hate, pain, self loathe, love all the feelings you have kept inside you. And when they blood starts dripping its those feelings escaping your body leaving you free, even if it is only for a…
mother: i dont think you two should see eachother, it’s bad for both of you.
me: yes mum, i’m going to just sit back and let her kill herself ‘coz you don’t think it’s good for me to see her, you fucking stupid bitch! *gets out of car and slams door*
-goes and sees said friend and makes her happy
-gets home
-and so begins the silent treatment as even though i stopped my friend from committing suicide my fucking stupid mother is clearly right always and i know jack fucking shit.