Cutting isn't always enough.
Right now I am gorging on anything I can eat...trying to get my friend to call who can get me some weed.
I thought 2 hours ago everything was under control...just got out of T a few minutes ago and realized I have nothing in control.
What makes me feel good T wants me to stop. Who makes me feel good...T wants me to stop communicating with.
But, when I say I HATE LIFE...T says promise me you will be safe.