I cant believe it, I'm so hurt, why would he do this to me? I thought he loved me, I trusted him.

I pull up at home in my car and get out, walking to the front door. My head hanging, my eyes stinging from all the tears that flooded them. I open the door and walk in, slamming it behind me out of anger and throwing my briefcase on the floor, papers flying everywhere. I punch the wall hard beside me,
'ARRRG' I scream grabbing my hand, blood beginning to drip from my knuckles,
I go into the kitchen and open a cupboard, blood decorating it. I get out a bottle of vodka...maybe this will ease my pain.
Pouring some into a glass, i sit down at the table, tears pouring from my eyes again, dripping on the table making tiny puddles. I take a gulp of my drink, then another, and then another, the burning sensation in my throat it created felt so good. I began to cry harder, I'm right...nobody wants me, everyone i meet is just out to lie to me, hurt me and make me feel fucking worthless.
I put the glass to my lips again and take another swig, at this point i begin to feel very dizzy and drunk, but i don't care, i need this horrible pain to go away.
I finish my first glass and instead of pouring myself another, i launch the glass across the room and smash it, shards everywhere, and drink it from the bottle.
Staggering upstairs, with the bottle still in my hand, i go into the bathroom and reach for the cupboard where i kept my pills. Grabbing a tub i tip some into my shaking hand, dropping a few as i did so, then one by one, i swallowed them, not giving a care about what they were and how many. I slowly begin to feel drowsy and light headed, my legs feeling like they were about to give way under me, i grab hold of the sink, with my blurred eyes i could make out the blood still pouring from my hand....which gave me thoughts.
I stagger from the bathroom to my room, using anything i could for support to keep me upright and i opened my draw...underneath my clothes i hid razors, still stained with my blood. I pick one up and hold it to my wrist, then, pressing hard, I cut into the skin, going deeper and deeper with every infliction. Blood poured out quickly, coating my arm and my sleeve, however i wasn't phased, my pain was being relieved and that's all that mattered. I suddenly drop the blade, and collapse to the ground, slumping down on the floor like a rag doll. Frank has hurt me so I'm hurting him....i hope he feels guilty for what he's done.

I soon lose conciousness and drift off into a very, deep sleep.

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