I Used to Self Harm
It's kind of funny to me that every time I get to this point I just want to turn back to my old ways. Every once in a while I naively believe that someone in my life would notice that something isn't right and then maybe I would have someone I could confide in, but that is never the case. Over the years I have become very aware that the only person who I have is myself and honestly, that means nothing because I hate myself, so really I have no one and nothing. I've been trying to recover from self harm, and I have actually been doing half decent with it. In reality though, I know I'm headed toward a relapse though, because what is the point of even trying to stop this, I feel nothing, I never feel anything. Cutting is the only thing that lets me feel anything at all, so why take away the only thing I have left here. What's the point of any of this anyways.