It’s getting harder to wake up. It’s getting harder to know what I want. It’s just getting harder in general. I thought I was doing better. I’m not. I’m tired. The scars on my arms are so tempting and my past just keeps coming back to bite me in the ass. I haven’t slept in 3 days. I’ve felt so lonely. I’m just going through the world alone now. Not staying in one place to long. I’m kind of excited to die. No more running. No more routine. I’m going through the motions and I don’t know how to stop. Sorry.