It just feels like I should have gotten used to it. I have to pretend I'm okay because I should be okay because I feel like it's my fault. I shouldn't not be okay. I shouldn't complain or whine, I should just toughen up.

The guilt just kills me. I feel so guilty for everyone. The images haunt me. Last night I ended up slashing my arm because I couldn't get them out of my head and I was alone again. I can't do this. I can't live like this.

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