Dear whoever may read this.
Its been exactly a week since i found this empty journal lying on the side of the road. By now, my legs and arms were covered in cuts and healing scars, I've found quite a lot of money laying on the streets, by a lot i mean 5$, but I'd purposely not buy myself food, i didnt want to eat. I didnt want to eat. I've lost about 20 pounds which i was really happy with! I haven't found my safe food yet, i didnt have enough money to. I'd keep spending my money on razors and i found a blade on the side of the road which i washed in some gas sation bathroom which i kept using. My phone charger broke and my phone was dead. I haven't seen anyone that I've known for ages. Not even Sapnap. I sobbed whenever i thought of him. I was stupid, i wanted to be gone from this world. I've already tried overdosing with pills but it didnt work. As im writing this, im currently sitting by a gas station i had been sleeping in random peoples cars who were staying overnight going from state to state. My hands would constantly shake, maybe its because i wasnt eating enough or because of my scars. You could see the red from my cuts on my hand. There was a little update, ill see you again tomorrow.
Sincerely Karl Jacobs.
I shut my book and held it close to my waist, I've lost so much weight that my hoodie felt like a blanket on me. I sat with my knees to my head and slowly started to doze off until...police sirens kept coming closer to me. I heard someone running towards me. "Karl Jacobs you're under arrest!" The person screamed, i shot up. Why was i getting arrested? The police officer pulled me up and put my arms in handcuffs, right were my fresh scars were. I pulled a face of pain. He pushed me into the police car, i didnt show any emotions. I couldn't cry or say anything. It was like i was emotionless.
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