It's 11:11

A 100 word drabble about a girl who feels hopeless.

Today, I tried self-harm. And obviously, I just haven't hit rock bottom enough yet, because it hurt. And while that seems obvious, it is called self-HARM for a reason, what confused me is that pain was all I felt. I derived no pleasure in marking my body. So how much farther am I going to be forced to fall? Where can I go that is below this point of uncontrollable hatred towards everything? Do I have to become unaffected by it all? Do I have to become catatonic in absolute nothingness?

I am falling, but feel there is nowhere left to go.

No up or down.

No survival.

It's 11:11, why make a wish?