These posts are becoming more and more intermittent because lately I either haven’t had the time or the motivation to write. My dad is kicking me out and I have 90 days to figure out where to go. My dad still doesn’t have any idea what happened. I’ve tried to tell him, but every time I do, I just choke.
I almost killed myself the other day because I was told that I’m worthless and that this is “tough love”. I’ve been cutting again and it’s getting worse. I can’t seem to stop and I’ve run out of space on my arms without it becoming noticeable. I need to find a new place to start slicing.