Knife play
So I've been playing around with the switch knife I've kept in the car for a while. I feel so desperate to ST/|B myself.
Hearing my siblings cry makes me play with the knife, I can't live with this guilt.
[Plesse call 988 if you're feeling depressed]
I actually almost stabbed my right thigh with a clear plastic fork earlier while eating DoorDash McDonald's fries and nuggets (I burnt them in the oven). I heard my brother crying so that gave me powerful su1cidal thoughts.
The vanilla shake from DoorDash McDonald's was green in color and also tasted like spearmint, so I had that refunded. The cookies also tasted too raw.
Anyway, after the fork stabbing thoughts, I told my eldest sister that I've been thinking of stabbing myself. She cried, so then I told her that I'm getting help. She's like, do you want to go to SMA?
I was like, maybe after we see Mommy.
Thanks for reading.
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