Posted on Monday by: Huang ZiTao

It's really cold today.

I'm glad I wore my jacket.

I'm glad I have to wear it.

Spring is just around the corner though.

Spring.

It's always so filled with happiness.

And it's all lies.

Spring is the worst time of all.

I hate it.

Maybe I should kill myself before it comes.

Posted on Tuesday by: Huang ZiTao

I can't feel my fingers.

They're so numb, almost as if nothing is there.

My breath is heavy.

My arms ache.

Red liquid pools around my weak arms. 

I look at my cuts with tears in my eyes, a small smile gracing my lips.

They're beautiful and so real.

They're very real, but...

I feel so guilty.

I feel so guilty.

I feel so guilty.

But, I'm not.

I won't be when I see the blaring red lines tomorrow.

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