i have this sudden urge to just sit down and cut... like it would help my feelings, my frustrations, my thoughts just float off into a big pile of blood spilling and dripping. i do not believe i have cut since at least april and it was over something complicating.
in a way, i miss the feel of the razor just slightly crawling against my skin. i am back to believing it may be the only way out.
i know people do not want me to go, but i feel like a failure. like i am not good enough. i am just unsure about a lot.
i am not willing to go back through therapy... they never help.
i don't need pills
when i have a drug like you.