I’ve never once cut myself, but every day I’ve wanted to slice a cut on someone else. I have plenty of anger built up as well as plenty of self hatred, but the only thing I hate about myself is the fact that I’m exactly like everyone else and the only thing I hate more than myself is everyone else.
Pardon me while I go smash my face into a thousand pieces.
Trying to save my life feels like I’m killing myself. Funny how addiction works. I’ve never felt so helpless and volatile in my life.