Slipping

I think I’m beginning to slip out of reality. I can sense it. I am hearing things. Voices. Male voices. They are harsh and critical. They berate me. And they criticise too. Go on, kill yourself, just do it, you are so worthless, everyone wants you to just end it, your no good, your a terrible person, nobody likes you, you make your friends miserable, omg, i cant stand it. On and on and on. My head hurts. Its almost 4 AM. I’m alone. In my bedroom. All alone and crazy. I just need this night to end.

I FEEL…

I FEEL INSANELY CRAZY AND LIKE CUTTING I JUST WANT TO DO IT I KNOW I’M BEING IMPULSIVE BUT FUCK IT WHO CARES IF I COULD FIND SOMETHING SHARP ENOUGH I’D CUT JUST TO FEEL SOMETHING ANYTHING OTHER THAN NOTHINGNESS AND NUMBNESS AND EMPTINESS

quote of the night

“The question that sometimes drives me hazy: Am I, or the others crazy?”
Albert Einstein