I deserve to hurt, don't I?
It's not that my coping mechanisms fail... They fail because to me, I need to hurt. I need to see the blood.
The depression I feel translates into anger, which I can only turn inward. Every single time I hurt my family, every time I fail myself, every time I see myself as weak...
Which is ironic, because when I look at those scars, I feel weaker.

Sigh. Almost made 12 days