dstnyisurs
March 11th, 2010, 08:44 PM
I know I'm out of control now.
I cut, the first time I had cut in school, because I got really really anxious and fucked up. This friend of mine is really depressed and really bipolar, and I'm one of his closest friends, and he gave me his journal to read... and just reading it and the letter he wrote me in it, I got so fucked up and anxious. I was happy for him because he was happy and felt relieved and unburdened, but as soon as I got back from giving him a hug at lunch, I put my head down, blasted my iPod and couldn't stop shaking.
I went to the bathroom, and locked myself in a stall and cut, three times, really really deep. The one on my wrist started opening up again and bleeding a little while ago. I think I nicked a vien.
I thought about throwing up too, just to, I don't know, do something more, but I had nothing in my stomach to begin with for throwing up.
I was in a really anxious, screwed up mood, and was punching lockers and snapping at people and I nearly punched my friend Jon.
It was frightening. I'm still in that anxious mood, though a little more calm because a few other friends came over and we watched a movie, and I got a chance to talk with another close friend.
Everything just feels wrong. I had sex with someone yesterday, and it was fabulous but I just feel so used. I cut last night too, and coudln't sleep.
This is really dangerous because I'm going to church camp this weekend, and I can't risk getting caught if I get out of control and cut, but I can't force myself to leave my knife behind.
This is some of the scariest mania I've ever experienced. I don't know what to do.
I cut, the first time I had cut in school, because I got really really anxious and fucked up. This friend of mine is really depressed and really bipolar, and I'm one of his closest friends, and he gave me his journal to read... and just reading it and the letter he wrote me in it, I got so fucked up and anxious. I was happy for him because he was happy and felt relieved and unburdened, but as soon as I got back from giving him a hug at lunch, I put my head down, blasted my iPod and couldn't stop shaking.
I went to the bathroom, and locked myself in a stall and cut, three times, really really deep. The one on my wrist started opening up again and bleeding a little while ago. I think I nicked a vien.
I thought about throwing up too, just to, I don't know, do something more, but I had nothing in my stomach to begin with for throwing up.
I was in a really anxious, screwed up mood, and was punching lockers and snapping at people and I nearly punched my friend Jon.
It was frightening. I'm still in that anxious mood, though a little more calm because a few other friends came over and we watched a movie, and I got a chance to talk with another close friend.
Everything just feels wrong. I had sex with someone yesterday, and it was fabulous but I just feel so used. I cut last night too, and coudln't sleep.
This is really dangerous because I'm going to church camp this weekend, and I can't risk getting caught if I get out of control and cut, but I can't force myself to leave my knife behind.
This is some of the scariest mania I've ever experienced. I don't know what to do.