I hate myself.
I'm so done f***ing everything up.
I would have hacked the s*** out of my arm by now, if there wasn't the risk of my friends finding out that I relapsed.
Yet, I also wish something tragic would happen to me.
I just want people to care.
I want my best friend to stop lying about her feelings.
There are a lot of things I want, and I'm NEVER going to get them.