He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he gaze long into the abyss... only to find his own reflection.

Confessions of a Cutter (Self-Harm)

I did not cut myself. I have not cut myself for months - like almost a fucking year!

(My apartment neighbor's bed springs squeak! Squeak, squeak fucking squeak! Fuck! At least it does not last long.)

Cutting no longer is a thing for me. I am finally over it.

And I feel good to say that.

Damn! I could have so many less scars had I simply acknowledged my fear of women. (They are all so really beautiful but I was always so scared of them...)

more later...

Writing Down the Pain
I'd like just once to fall asleep feeling good about myself. Just once. Drunken stupors do not count.