literally am such an idiot.
have been doing so well.
feeling HAPPY for the first time in fuck-knows-when.
went out, had a few drinks.
urge to self-harm.
come home.
self-harmed.
fucking idiot.
like hey, let’s normalise cutting for ourself just a little bit more.
let’s not even try to use our DBT skills, let’s just cut our thighs instead.
let’s drink even thought we know it blurs the edges & makes us more vulnerable to feeling bad.
let’s text people we’re not supposed to be texting to tell them we’re feeling bad, even though we’ll feel even worse for doing so.
fucking weak-willed moronic fucker.
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