If it was ever not understood why one would even want to cut their body, understand now- life fucking sucks. When you aren't allowed to take the knife to your throat, you find release in taking it to your arms, legs, and stomach. And then there are the lucky ones who go out with release at their fingertips.

Why do some people even bother living? I don't understand why someone would want to suffer their entire life for jack shit in return. Why do those people who hate their job and have to work, but are also alone and have no hobbies or anything to live for bother? It doesn't get better. I promise.