I'm not doing well. It's a bunch of little things that pile up and somehow turn into urges. I never resist. I am sad and ashamed and I am thinking those same sad thoughts about how it would be better just to die. *sighs* I do not deserve support, but I'm asking for it anyway. Hugs, wise words, somebody to kick me in the virtual ***** and tell me how stupid I am... somebody to accept me even though I screwed up again and don't plan to stop.