I just cut. Feel better. And kinda calmer. But I don't really know about that. I guess I feel kinda calmer and not at the same time. I hate myself so much, haha. When I was cutting I felt like doing something that would be censored here if I said what I was, but obviously, being the ****ing worthless coward that I am, I didn't dare to do it. And I guess it would have been stupid to do it, after all. I'm still angry, too, I guess. I also carved on my skin the initial of the person I'm in love with twice.