Another Day, Another Sorrow

Last night was the hardest night of my life. I was up till about 3:30 crying and cutting and drinking. I cut myself so much it hurts to walk, my legs are burning and I can’t take any pain relievers. I have the worst hangover and now I get to go to school and pretend I don’t. My stomach is hurting again, probably from when I tried to OD on Tuesday. I get to face my friend who I called at 2:00 a.m. She said she was really worried about me and I can’t tell her what’s actually wrong because she will report me or something. So basically I have a whole day ahead of me where I get to go be fake to everyone and hide my sorrows. Pretend nothings wrong. Pretend I’m happy. All life is, is waking up everyday with another sorrow.