There aren't any "problems in my head" I'm not some basketcase, okay? I've seen a psychiatrist but no, I don't want to live off of drugs.
I know they didn't physically make me do it, I know that I'm the one that did it, no one or nothing else. It's kinda what was leading to it, it's kinda the reason why I reached for the razor, why I fucked it all up.
I'm sorry, I had to rant, that's why I wrote, again - sorry.
“Some days even my lucky rocketship underpants won't help.”
-Calvin & Hobbes.