I don't want to wake up anymore. I don't want to see anyone. I don't want to talk ever again. There is only two weeks left of school, but that's still far too much. I can't get out of bed, I can't eat. I don't want this anymore.
No matter what I do I feel empty and ashamed. I have no weed. I won't be getting any for a very long time, and I can't take it! I feel like such an addict, but it's all I've got. I actually tore my room apart looking for some. My mom refuses to buy razors after my trip to the ER the other night, so I have nothing to cut myself with. I've been burning instead, but it doesn't last as long as the rush I get with cutting.
Honestly, I think I'm losing it.