Bad Days
The last few days (3) have been bad. Today's going to be a bad day too. I started again, and I don't want to stop. It's like I can't stop thinking about it. Whenever Liz isn't around I do it. I've at least kept it so that my big watch/ big bracelets cover it. And Dave wouldn't have even known. I had it hidden so well, and then I wore a long sleeve shirt to bed, but he couldn't sleep and in the middle of the night when I woke up and snuggled closer he touched the bandage and asked me, "did you do what I think you did?" And I felt horrible. So I didn't say anything and just went back to sleep. I have no motivation to do anything. I haven't worked out for a long time now. I just sit around and feel like shit and hurt myself. Well, I have to go to class. More later.