Everything just feels empty. I haven't cut since August-- I want to. Terribly, but I can't justifiy it. I don't know how to explain it. I miss it, I miss hurting myself, I don't want to die. My life feels empty without self injury. I guess cutting helped me cope, but it was a sense of pleasure; it was fufilling. Some people take a bubble bath, I cut myself.
Its just so fucked up. When I cut myself I don't feel disappointed, I am upset because I have disapointed the people I care about.
Jesus, I just miss it. Every fucking part. My arms are always itchy now. Its all I think about. I can't go back, I can't. Everyone this its so unhealthy, and I susppose it is. But I NEED it. Its killing me.
The Holidays feel empty without it.
