I'm so sorry that this isn't an update, but have a few problems that I'm fighting with mentally....
I don't know how many more knife-sharp words, reminders and life's bullets I have to take to make my parents happy with me... They tell me, "I know you better than you even know yourself" and stuff like that... Just because I don't do what I need to do with my autisme... And they don't know my heart is aching, that depression is back to play with me, once again...
I... I'm sorry, and just one more movement.. And I'll relapse... Start to cut again, and I have been clean for so long... Now... One more speeding bullet from my parents' guns (one from each), I'll relapse... Again... And I will have to wear long sleeves again, hide and lie, fake a smile and even more "I'm fine, I'm just tired" and I don't want that...
But I have a feeling I'll relapse tonight... When I have arrive back at my boarding school again...
