I thought about not posting this... But hell, you're all close friends or totally anonymous strangers! So, wtf, it's not like you either #1) don't know this anyway.... or #2) will be very scandalized by it.
I was feeling crummy. About a number of things... work, personal life, etc.
It was 11 pm. I called my mother. I should have called my therapist instead. (Yes, I have one. Haven't you heard? I have issues.)
I totally regressed. I totally made some poor choices. (Let's face it... I totally wanted to make them.) Cutting is the only way I can make myself feel better when it gets to this point.
Fuck.
I should have thought this through.
Fuck.
I should have picked a less visible place.
Fuck.
This is gonna leave some scars.
Fuck.
I do feel quite a bit better though.
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