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I'm a bit down today.
I wrote a bunch of stuff, drew and colored, ran errands, did everything right. But I'm still fucking depressed as hell! I don't want to be touched at all. I didn't even want to talk to Nigel. I'm still fucking depressed. Don't want to go to sleep and don't want to work on anything. I don't want to read or anything.
To be honest I've been wanting to cut myself for several days now.
I'm trying.
Trying so hard not to do it. But I feel trapped and cornered again like I was before Nigel became part of my life.
I hate what I look like.
I hate my art.
I hate how I write.
I don't want to talk to anyone for a while...
I wrote a bunch of stuff, drew and colored, ran errands, did everything right. But I'm still fucking depressed as hell! I don't want to be touched at all. I didn't even want to talk to Nigel. I'm still fucking depressed. Don't want to go to sleep and don't want to work on anything. I don't want to read or anything.
To be honest I've been wanting to cut myself for several days now.
I'm trying.
Trying so hard not to do it. But I feel trapped and cornered again like I was before Nigel became part of my life.
I hate what I look like.
I hate my art.
I hate how I write.
I don't want to talk to anyone for a while...