Well... don't I just suck? I finally admit that I'm happy then I got fuck it up. But, hey, that's just how I am isn't it? I get something then I fuck it up. It's just the way I am.

Don't s'pose I'm making much sense... Allow me to explain... I cut. On my right thigh, they hurt so so much and I think that they're infected coz they're already going yellow, but only the ones I did with the glass went yick, so the glass must have had gunk on it.

Bring on the blood poisoning. Wouldn't that be so great? I fuck up and end up with blodd poisoning. Bah.

I shouldn't even try to stop. I'll just fail and failure is a bad feeling.

Every Damn Time.

So what's the point? I'm just setting myself up to be disappointed/ to fuck up.

So this is me giving up. Not killing myself, just stopping fighting.

Lauren