I got into a fight with my step-dad, basically bitching at me for every little thing I did, and I had enough. The anxiety was boiling up quickly. I went into the back room and attempted to hurt myself, but I only could scratch my arm a little bit. Then i stabbed a box for a little bit trying to get it out of my system, since an object is an OK thing to bash and I didn't really want to hurt anyone, god no, I just wanted the feeling to go away, but it didn't.
Then I saw there was a high banister, a thick rope light from xmas, and an old couch near it in the room, so the thought came into my head.
I put the rope around the banister but i didn't know how to tie a nose and i thought about all the gory details and who id be leaving behind, so I decided not to do it. I never even been able to cut myself proper either, just a little scratch.
Then there was an ad for funeral insurance as i came out of the room
Phew...this is going to be depressing as fukc
Nearly
I got into a fight with my step-dad, basically bitching at me for every little thing I did, and I had enough. The anxiety was boiling up quickly. I went into the back room and attempted to hurt myself, but I only could scratch my arm a little bit. Then i stabbed a box for a little bit trying to get it out of my system, since an object is an OK thing to bash and I didn't really want to hurt anyone, god no, I just wanted the feeling to go away, but it didn't.
Then I saw there was a high banister, a thick rope light from xmas, and an old couch near it in the room, so the thought came into my head.
I put the rope around the banister but i didn't know how to tie a nose and i thought about all the gory details and who id be leaving behind, so I decided not to do it. I never even been able to cut myself proper either, just a little scratch.
Then there was an ad for funeral insurance as i came out of the room
Nice
Rather Ironic..