I really cut myself bad last night, and all I want to do is cut some more. I want to cut deeper. I sit here alone staring at the clock, wondering when I’m going to do it. Each second is an eternity. Every thing I try to do to help myself ends in embarrassment or failure. Chance is against me, ruining my endeavors at every turn. My time is running out and cutting is the only joy I can have. Because of my position nobody can know, and yet I wish someone did. Anyone.