It’s so hard to wake up everyday and see people so hopeful for you to get better while knowing that you’re just going to disappoint them. Having to go downstairs and get breakfast, scared that they might notice the tears in your eyes or the new cuts on your wrist so you avoid sitting with them. Even though your heart wants to ‘cause it knows that you might not able to get the chance to ‘cause you’re so so so so close to giving up. It’s so fucking hard and I just want this to be over. Please.