That’s been my general feeling lately. I’m just angry and bitter. Usually my emotion towards my SI addiction is one of depression and misery. But these past couple days I’ve just been mad. I’ve decided that I don’t care if people think I’m wrong in what I’m doing. I’m going to do what I want to do because that’s. what. works. for. me.
and who really cares what happens to me? Maybe I won’t ever get out of this rut. But who cares? Maybe this was just where I’m supposed to end up. I don’t want people worrying and thinking about me. I would really just like them all to forget about it and leave me alone. Because I’m done causing them confusion and pain. They won’t understand, and even if they tried to it could only end badly. I’m just done with everything. I’m done with caring what people think. I’m done with telling them when I SI. I have nothing but intentions of letting them all get past this and putting on a pretty face for them. Because that’s all I have to offer anymore. A fake, pretty face.