Well the cutting urges are gone. I just called Mom at rehab. She is still mad. Oh well, what can I do?
Now I am dealing with busy thoughts. I am scared I will stop breathing in my sleep tonight. Now I am scared since I thought it, it will happen. Maybe I shouldn’t think it.
I want to love myself, but right now it is kind of hard. I am mad that my brain wont shut up. Its not the voices this time.
Its my own thoughts.
I fear the worst in any situation which sucks.
I just wanna cry and end today. I bet tomorrow everything will be alright.