Sam huffed and pulled his sleeve down "I dont need help" He mumbled, looking away and staring at his desk. He didn't know why he had joined the Addiction Group the school had newly made up. He didn't know why he did anything anymore.
It's not like i'm gonna go, i'm perfectly fine..... He thought, trying to convince himself. But as the throbbing in his arm told him otherwise, he sunk more and more into doubt. He dismissed the thought quickly. Who cares if he didn't like himself, or that he hurt himself constantly? Who cares if he isn't afraid of death? He shrugged off the feeling of depression before it hit him full on and examined the desk.
~I do not produce signatures~
Why, you may ask?
Because i am epic like that.
If you do not enjoy my signature
That is entirely your problem
~"Love is always patient and kind. It is never jelous. Love is never boastful or concieted. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and it is not resentful." -1 Cornithians 13:4