I'm twitching. Restless. Today was a difficult day. Things hit me harder than normal. It's starting to be a Tuesday thing - fortnightly, maybe? Not even PMS. Hell with this feeling utterly out of control.
Was pretty damn impressed to hear that I'd fooled the masses with feeling utterly appalling. Go me. Came home, closed the door behind them, locked up, went to my room, cried a little. Self harmed in that clinging to it way. Trying to listen to slightly more upward feeling music now.
Starting to hate this feeling of being stuck, of stagnating. I put an entry up on my Livejournal - one I wrote ages ago then wimped out and put on private. It was only visible to four friends. I don't think they've read it yet, but seeing them tonight was a little hard.
I cut my face again. Not good. Something not quite clicking in cutting my arms.
Bully your inner emo. Or is this a serious mental illness? Where's the line gone? |
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