Almost done with this semester and it is well overdue. This has got to be one of the worst times of my life.
I hate myself. I cut last night, there was no blood and I was dead. It burned and that was all that happened. I kept hoping that I would bleed, kept reaching, but I was just fat.
My belly is huge, like a bloated, pregnant spider.
I can't take it anymore.
Am I angry or sad?
I feel so angry, but I feel so low.
Unreachable.
Untouchable.
Lost.
Gone.