why was i stupid enough to think that going into hospital would help me at all. Here i am, second night home, after a spot of arm redecoration with my blades. I thought i could fight this, but i should have known I was not strong enough. The anticipation of coming home, of being normal again, was what kept me going in hospital, not cutting so i could go home. But second night out and its the same old stuff, sat here covered in blood. stupid stupid stupid me, should have realise just how pathetic and weak I am. Oh well, have to clean up