2001-10-15 - 9:34 p.m.

I am back at square one. Fuck.

I feel completely disconnected. Empty and raw. Open and bleeding.

All day I sit and try to concentrate. I struggle not to cry. I fight the violent thoughts that constantly bombard me. Thoughts of pain and cutting. I want to cut so bad. It hurts. No one understands. I need it.

regrets - hopes

the past