6 months
well, six months ago today i was feeling pretty shit. so much so in fact that i ended up in A&E that night drinking charcoal and feeling a fool. and you know what? right now i wish it had worked. i wish more than anything that i was 6 feet under and not having to live through this shit that passes for my life. i cut on Wednesday and want to again right now. to be honest, i probably will before i leave work. i just don't care. i've had enough of having one lump of shit after another dumped on me when all i want to do is just give up.