Whenever happiness comes up, I cannot stop myself from bombing myself with bad thoughts, causing me to be more depressed than I normally am. A few days ago I just felt... happy, for a few hours. But afterwards I feel so terrible that I took a small work tool knife and slashed my legs a few times.
Even my sub conscience knows that I don't deserve happiness, lovely how my mind works.
Have a picture of Taokaka.
PylonMan
It's k
<3.
Medizy
Everything is going to be k
<3.