These past two weeks I’ve had the worst luck ever. Little things have happened that have given me some hope that things will start to get better but as soon as one good thing happens, it’s followed by ten horrible things. I can’t figure out what I’ve done to deserve all of this. I just want to start cutting again. I just don’t want anybody to know or to question me. I just want to sit in the bathroom and cry and cut to release some of this. Cutting has become one of the only ways for me to handle these hardships.
