I just finished cutting myself for the first time. Holy shit. I swore I would never let myself get this far. I don't even feel like I am myself at all anymore? I haven't been going to school (senior in highschool) for the last 3 or 4 weeks. Maybe the last 2? I don't even keep track of time anymore, the days are just blurring together. I cut because... I'm not sure. It was nothing in paticular really. I was feeling rather frustrated because I was out of drugs. I had been becoming more and more risky smoking jwh-122. Smoking it under the covers at night in a room I share with my brother, In the bathroom while taking a 'shower', and just any chance I got 20 minutes to myself really. It was horrible, yet, it kept me... sane? Without some sort of drug in me, I just feel like absolute and utter shit. Drugs make me forget that I am why only half my family gathered for thanksgiving this year. Drugs make me forget that I fucking groped my own sister. They make me forget all the stuff I have stolen because of my addiction. They make me forget that I'm probably going to be a faliure in life. They make me forget I'm already a faliure. I don't know what paticular aspect caused me to cut, I just felt the need to. I'm sorry if this is all jumbled, I am horrible at putting my emotions into words. So now... what? I can't live like this anymore. I fucking can't. I tried amitriptylene (sp?) and zoloft in the past, to no avail. I'm just...I'm tired of this life. I have no real friends, nobody to talk to, no one to be there for me. I've lost intrest in my art, in video games, in maintaining friendships, in everything. I can't sleep till easily 3 or 4 in the morning because I am always thinking about my situation. I'm just done with this. Absolutley fucking done. I just feel like an absolute shit-wreck right now. Please, I just need some sort of guidance. I feel like I am losing my grip on reality, things just don't seem real anymore. I am starting to hallucinate because of this stress, and I can't even get my thought together long enough to think about things. I don't even know whats wrong with me anymore. I feel like fucking cutting again. Or I could just end it tonight, save myself the years of hardships bound to come. Fuck my life deep and hard up the ass with a posioned barbed telsa coil. I think I am just going to sleep right now, It's 5 in the morning. Hopefully things will seem better tomorrow (well, later today). Godamnit. Sorry for this jumbled mess. I just wanted something to pass the time and get my thoughts down before I did something drastic. Here's for hoping.

You really will do alright, Kipo. Maybe coming from a complete random stranger out of nowhere, it will mean more. (Perhaps it will mean less. I hope not.) I know how cutting relieves tension and your first post seemed tense to me. If the drugs are keeping stress off your back enough to let you stop cutting, you might have found a bridge back from that weird place some of go sometimes.