Just as a quick note, have you noticed how many entries have a warning on the title?
Sometimes I'm tempted to start cutting again. I know I never will, but every once in a while, when things just suck, I take the knife out and hold it against my skin. Sometimes I'll push down a little, although never enough to break the skin. I can't. I hate how I was then. Besides, I made a promise that I can't break. It doesn't stop me from thinking about it sometimes though.
WHY? Why the FUCK won't anything work out? Yes, I got into the honors program; yes, I'm fucking smart. But WHERE has this gotten me? No one cares if I'm a straight-A student - except for employers from places I don't even want to work, and of course my parents. I don't want to do mechanical engineering. I don't know what I want to do. There's no place in this world for a girl who fails at every relationship and who doesn't know what she wants to do.
Oh, I'll be fine. I always am. For some reason I find myself remembering the time I totally lost it, back in December of last year...
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