Today was a bad day, i spent the whole without talking and then i just felt so bad that i needed a release, and while searching in my bag, 2 razors fell from my wallet, so i was like, "ok, so this is destiny" i laughed a little and just stared at the 2 shiny objects resting by my side, i did it. I cut myself and it fell so good for a while, then i just broke down. I cried so much i couldnt breath and was shaking. This is not how my life should be, but it is and no matter how much i try to make it different it all comes down to one thing and i am co-dependent. I am a cuter, it doesnt define me but it sure does control me at some point. I dont deal with things the way normal people do, i just blank out and cut. Doesnt make much sense, now my thigh hurts, my head hurts and i feel even more empty.