All I can do is step back in time.

Every thing feels like it's out of control.  It's spirilling away from me and there is fuck all I can do about it. People want so much for me, more than I can give or I want to give.  I just want my bed, I want to sleep, I want my razor, I want to feel better.

Since talking about this stuff and sharing it with people I just find I get so much more exhausted quicker and I don't want to be around people.... and it sucks.  I dread to think what I'm like to live with and work with at the moment.  

I was better of not telling people about this stuff.  I felt more together and more stable.  I hate my feelings at the moment. 

tags: depression  selfharm  fuck  cutting  

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