I just cut for the first time in over a year. I feel awful about it. But it felt so good. It makes me so aware that I am only a body and this body is the only thing making me conscious. It freaks me out and angers me in a way that feels so beautiful to express it in the form of harming my body. I don’t know. I’m really upset. I just want to sleep and wake up happy tomorrow. I have so much work to do that I put off to write stupid poetry, cry, and cut myself. Like the pathetic fuck I am. God damn it. This isn’t me. I’m not like this. I am a happy optimistic productive being who loves life.
Who is this person taking over?