I don’t think I’ve ever felt so alone. How can I walk on eggshells around other people’s feelings when I can’t even deal with my own? I’ve tried everything. Well, maybe not everything, but damn well close. I can’t even get through a day without a form of numbing. I cut until I feel I can breathe again, drown my emotions with a bottle, or take so many pills I forget my own name. I’d love to say that I don’t want to die, but I really do. It’s the only thought that makes me feel even remotely better. There’s a certain type of solace that accompanies the thought of <mod edit - methods>. I want it to remain a thought, and never become a reality, but how do you hang onto something when you have nothing left? This is partially, if not entirely my own fault. I’m not looking to pit blame onto someone else. I’m my own hostage, and I just want to be free. Someone, please, help me before I do something I can’t take back.