Sorry, I’ve got a bad case of word vomit.

November 16, 2009

So, I self harm. And I just did. Now, I feel fucking guilty, like always.

Viscous circle, eh?

Oh well. I’ve done it for three years, and probably will for another three, and three after that

And no, nothing you or anyone else can say will stop me. People have tried, and all have failed. Have a appointment with a shrink on Wednesday, and I’m shitting a brick about it. Suicidal teenager gets told she’s messed up. I knew that thanks, anything new? No, didn’t think so. I’ll probably just get drugged up and shoved along. If I get sectioned, I swear I’ll scream. God, I hope I don’t.

Best bit? My parents and best friends have no idea I’ve contacted my doctor, that I’m on the verge of killing myself, or am failing in school. Except one; Kelda, I love you.

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