My hands won't stop shaking. I haven't even been in Marquette for a week. Why does this have to happen right now.
I'm nothing.
Never will be.
Useless.
I feel unattached.
I screwed up. Again.
It's been one year since I made the decision to quit cutting. One of the hardest things I've ever done. It scared me. It was my safety net. At least if I was cutting it would take the thoughts of anything worse out of my head. Can I say I'm proud of what I've done. No. Sure it's been a year but I've had moments of weakness. I've screwed up.
But I still say I'm recovering. If I didn't, what would I call myself...............a failure,
Wouldn't surprise me.
Again.
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