So I relapsed and don’t really care. Yes I feel like a fucking worthless piece of shit but at least I feel better. I was a crying mess and felt immediate relief when I sliced my hip up. Soon enough I can start at my wrist again once winter shows up. Fuck recovery. I’m done trying. I like the way I’m living now because that blade and those cuts bring me the relief I need, I know it isn’t healthy and that I’m beyond fucked up that I feel better with blood running down my leg, but it’s what makes me happy. So I’m sorry. I’m not going to recover any time soon.
You are my 3 AM thoughts.
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