i don't know what set me off but i'm cutting my arm and thighs to shreads. i know i need stitches on one of them and i'm about to get my lighter. i felt it coming on i ****ing felt it i knew i was gonna break down and ****ing do it. i almost oded again today and i have enough drugs to kill me right now even. why the **** do i get into these moods. i ****ing hate my self so ****ing much.
idon't know what to do/ i dont know what to feel. i'm ****ing flipping out