******THE PERSON THAT WAS 'YOU' HAS BEEN CHANGED TO MY CRUSH (MY CRUSH IS NOW 'YOU')******
I feel bad again.
I feel alone again.
I wish you were here...
The days seem to go by slowly without you.
Entry number 50. I never knew I would make it this far. I didn't think I would need my diary for this long.
I don't know what to say.
I don't know what this is. You say we're dating but neither of us know what 'dating', in this case, means.
The urges are back.
I need it.
I promised.
Help me...
The cold outside is nice. It makes my hair stick on its ends and it feels like little pins pricking me; its comforting.
You're out tonight.
You would never know.
Just one more time.
Help me...
What's wrong with me? You have made me so happy but I feel awful. I'm an emotional wreck. I cried over a mug before. Why did I cry? Why me? Why?
One cut, two cut, three.
Four cut, five cut, six, cut me.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
Ten.
Just one more time?
Please?
Just that once more?
I need it.
I feel sick.
I'm sorry.
I have to.
Help me...
The urges are back...
YOU ARE READING
Dark in Me
Non-FictionBook one in the 'Dark' series. **** This is a diary where I write all my thoughts and occurrences from September 2014 to January 2016. IT IS 100% TRUE! It's a huge trigger to anyone going through cutting and tough times. It's just my story for anyon...
