I started cutting again. I've only done it three times, but that's still too much. All the suicidal thoughts are back as well. I feel just as empty and worthless and tired as I did before all of this. I'm a complete idiot for thinking, even for a second, that it would work. The pills aren't going to work, therapy isn't going to work, nothing is going to work. I'm destined to be broken. 
 
I hate myself so much for this.