Day six, i lay sick,



so full of shame guilt I Can't stand it, I'm disgusted with myself, memories crash n clash about my past and lack of success, since a kid happiness is all ive wanted , But Fucked it up Everytime. I Begin Crying uncontrollably, and have trouble breathing, I'm So Angry I Just WANNA SCREAM, THROW & BREAK things, PICK A Fight ENFLICT paiN ON MYSELF, I Never understood Cutters. But suddenly I DO. IM SO Fucking weak, I HATE How much IVE WASted. I HATE who I AM, I Hate My needs And How they Are prioritized, all I love has been compromised,nope not a glimmer of hope ,conflicted how im so addicted to dope, i fear life and death equally, i wanna live but i dont know how. No ones gonna save me now.. this is my detox paradox