So, I just got back from dinner with my uncle and his family. It was pretty fun, it helped me get my mind off of cutting, at least for a little while.
When I got home I threw my sweats on and started to lay down in bed, but all I could think about was what was laying beneath me. And I knew that if i didn't get up and leave the house I would cut. It sucks that this is what my life has come to. Running from my house, its quite pathetic and disgusting. And what sucks even more is that I have no one to talk to when I am this low.
Someone should just shoot me.
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