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so all week i was completely miserable. i felt i needed a day off, so i didnt go to school on friday. i went 17 days without cutting but i cracked yesterday. i didnt know how mad i really was until i slit my wrist, the gash is huge, the worst i've ever had. my sister came home and found me right after i did it, she told me she was taking me to the emergency room for stitches, but i refused to go cause i knew they would commit me. she told my mom and my dad and they came home a bitched at me which made me feel even worse. i hate when they talk like they know all about it because they dont. i feel better though, relieved. build up of horrible feelings for 2 weeks and a half, is no good. the day got better though cause chris came and cheered me up. and then adam called and we talked for like an hour. yeah so i really like him...and we're hanging out today :o)
i started going back to thearpy, so tells me i have really low self-esstem and im in depression. i donno i dont think its gotten that bad yet. i just know that im really fucked up right now, but im getting better, im happier today.
i started going back to thearpy, so tells me i have really low self-esstem and im in depression. i donno i dont think its gotten that bad yet. i just know that im really fucked up right now, but im getting better, im happier today.