Hate myself. I'm just listening to music. Don't feel like sleeping, or studying, or anything useful.

When I'm busy during the day or with people, I'm fine. My roommate is feet away and has no clue how I'm feeling.

I've noticed I have a propensity for agitated depressions. Self-destructive thoughts abound. I look at my scars and it doesn't have the same effect. I tell myself that this will pass and it's not worth ruining the progress I've made. My brain's response? **** you. You're screwed, you're going to fail, and everyone would be better off without you; they just don't realize that now.

Useless, worthless... shouldn't even be posting this.