I don't want to go back there. I want to prove that I'm stronger this time. I really do.
I'm trying to plan things today. To get things under control. To make sure its all layed out so all I have to do is follow the plan. But I'm so scared that all its going to take is one tiny slip from the path and I'll suddenly find myself falling and falling and won't be able to stop until I'm sitting back on my bed with a razor blade in my hand and an even deeper more permanent, more final cut on my wrist. Please. I don't want to go back there.
I'm trying goddammit. Just leave me alone.
Over and out,
Gloves. xx