
I'll be calm, not twitchy, I'll ba able to sleep. I might not feel so disgusting. |The feeling of empty will go away and so may the temptation to take an overdose.

It will bring.. release, repsite, hopefully. Peace, calmness.. nothingness for a while. Numbness. The pretty way it looks, gaping open.
It will take away..pain, anger. Self-worth. Being able to say I tried to resist.

I can't see the long run right now. Right now, I can't promise I'll be alive in the morning. I'm not a long term planner and especially not when it's all just started going to hell in a handcart. Maybe that's the problem, that I don't think about the future. The scars, internal and external. The record, the ..borkenness that will always be inside of me. The regrets, wishing I never started, wishing I'd stopped while it was still half curiosity, easy to leave it alone.

That's *if* there's any release this time.. it's wearing thin to say the least. but maybe for a while I can be numb.. a couple hours at the most..or unitl morning if I fall asleep. Until Nathan comes in and I feel guilty and dirty and shitty again, because I don't deserve him.

Loud things are out because it's nighttime. I could draw or cry or throw pillows at the floor. drawing.. drawing sounds good. headphones on and music maybe.

I won't i hardly ever feel anything real any more.. that's the problem.. it's all a plastic surface over a gaping void.

I don't know. I honestly don't. this is the problem, the reason i can't get past hurting myself. because I can't work this bit out. I don't understand the fundamental why? of doing this. I don't know where to start looking for the answer.