So I’m back where I started. Â My friend is on her way back to Maryland and I have a sharp piece of broken glass in my pocket. Â I feel like going to the store and buying pills and pencil sharpeners I can unscrew and use as razor blades. Â I am seeing my doctor tomorrow though. Â I haaaaveee to finish this semester or else I would just check myself into the hospital because honestly I don’t know how else to get myself safe. Â But whatever. Â Blood it is. Â I have so little fight in me anymore, I am just totally resigned. Â Maybe I will go to the pharmacy… Â Right now it is either death or finishing school. Â Losing another semester is just too much for me. Â I feel like such a failure when all I can get myself to do is sit in the bathroom and cut instead of focusing on my work.