Tonight i realized i'm not worth fighting for. Period. So i cut. Because i didn't care. And i felt a rush through my body more than once. I wish i'd never started this habit, but its too late now. I'm damaged. No one is going to want me. So why worry about it? My only regret is that i couldn't find a tool sharp enough bc i was too lazy to put in any real effort. Still. I'm good with the results. I feel like sabotaging myself...Yeah. *shrug* whatever. Doesn't matter anyway.