Coming towards the end of my studies, I still think about ending my life. I feel like I've never really enjoyed living and I can't wait for it to end. That's my deepest, darkest wish. To die soon. I'm not looking forward to the next stage of life. I'm not looking forward to dealing with people, in fact I don't like dealing with people. I miss and crave cutting. I long to cut so badly, especially when I see something sharp. I really want my arms to be covered in cuts, bleeding. Running my hands over the scars. The brief pain that is so satisfing. The act of carving the blade into my skin.