It was really short and you didn't use paragraphs! Haha. Just try to use them next time! But really good
Thanks for your compliments and advice honeypies! And Pix, I Really really honest to goodness was going to do that! I thought I did but....When I read after I posted *goes to a corner and shrivels up* ANYWAYS....TIME FOR AN UPDATEEEE!! For you my beautiful honeypies~ %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% I wake up with a small pool of dribble on my cheek. I wipe it off woth my sleeve and that's when I notice the dried blood from my wrist on the inside of the sleeve. As I sigh I sit up and inspect my room. How gloomy I think. My room is actually pretty big. There is an office chair which is actually quite comfy, a large dark blue wooden desk with a small lamp, and my pencilholder on it. I look to my left and observe my small walk in closet with almost all dark coloured clothes, and of course, the white vanity table with my razor and some sleeping pills in that locked drawer. Only I have the key to it.... It's tantalizing, the razor. It's sucking me in...deeper...and deeper. I suddenly have the urge to cut right now. I stand up quickly, and rush over to the vanity table. I pull the key out of the small hole near the bottom of my wall and click the drawer is open.... I take the razor out and run to the washroom down the hall rush in, locking the door behind me. I start and bravely go for my wrists..Cut....Cut....Cut....Cut....Cut.....and then, everything goes BLACK. ---–x----x-----x-xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Thanks for reading y'all!