18, alone. Still so alone.
I don't like this world.
I can't feel...real here.
I don't think I've ever been myself.
I don't know what "myself" even is.
I thought the pain of cutting would release me.
It doesn't.
Maybe one day it will...maybe...

This life is a scar on my soul.
I'm not sure if I need help... to... or from this world.

Will you help me? One way or another?