Sometimes it feels like my days are numbered. I doubt I will be going back to work on Monday and I told my boyfriend don’t bother coming out to see me. I hate that I have to fake being happy in front of my family but at least it’s only for 3 days.
I would rather just lock myself away in my room. The urge to cut is stronger than usual today. I think I’m going to go have dinner and go to bed. I have an early day tomorrow.