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Apr. 27th, 2008 09:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
azdesertroseI'm feeling very anxious again. I feel lonely and sad. I kept pinching and biting myself in my room so I came to write for a while.
I took my anti-anxiety medicines but nothing seems to calm me down lately. I just feel terrible, frightened and anxious and unable to be calm.
I want to cut myself just to get the pain out, but I don't have anything to cut myself with since Cliff took away my razor blades. The kitchen knives are not sharp enough and I'd get caught if I tried to get one of them to cut myself with.
I can't go anywhere because we have no money; there's no place I can go to escape. The hell is inside me and it goes where I go.
I want to cry but I can't.
I feel like tearing myself apart, like climbing out of my skin. I don't want to be me any more.
I took my anti-anxiety medicines but nothing seems to calm me down lately. I just feel terrible, frightened and anxious and unable to be calm.
I want to cut myself just to get the pain out, but I don't have anything to cut myself with since Cliff took away my razor blades. The kitchen knives are not sharp enough and I'd get caught if I tried to get one of them to cut myself with.
I can't go anywhere because we have no money; there's no place I can go to escape. The hell is inside me and it goes where I go.
I want to cry but I can't.
I feel like tearing myself apart, like climbing out of my skin. I don't want to be me any more.
