Sunday was a month since I last used any drugs and using was my way of coping with things. Before I started using, I was an avid everyday cutter. It was that way for almost 10 years. I cut maybe two or three times while using drugs but stayed away from it for the most part because I had something else to take my mind off the pain that is my life. Well, now that I'm clean, I've resorted back to cutting. Just got home from the hospital, had to get stitches right under my left wrist from cutting so deep. Man, did they treat me like crap.

I've just taken all I can take. So much has been going on in my life and I want to stay clean and sober soooo bad and I know if I didn't cut, I would have went out and used. My mom wants me to check myself back into the mental hospital because she says I'm extremely unstable. Why am I unstable? Because I cut? It's bullsh*t! Ugh, dunno what to do anymore.

Sorry, just needed to vent.