I can’t breathe unless I injure. I loved him. I didn’t think I was capable of feeling anything, let alone love. But I did. And he didn’t want me. They never do. Why can’t I just be perfect, or something more. I don’t deserve love or acceptance, and that’s why I don’t have it. I don’t want to feel this way. I don’t want to injure anymore. How can I stop. I’ve tried all the techniques, but when I’m alone there is no hesitation to reach for the tool. I stole one from my class today so I’d have it. What’s wrong with me? Am I addicted to this? Is that possible? I’m scared. I don’t want to be this way, but there’s no other way. I don’t deserve anything more.