Couldn't decide on a title. I told myself that I wouldn't cut myself anymore. That it would be too noticeable. But tonight I couldn't stop myself. I knew I couldn't cut myself on the shoulders because eventually it would be found out. So I started cutting my thigh. Felt just as good, more so even. I just don't know what to do anymore, I'm lost. I'm such a piece of shit as a human. I want to cry, but nothing comes out. So fucking empty. I've recently discovered that a girl I was good friends with and went to school with many, many, many years ago is still around and living close to where I am. I need to know, for those of you that did tell somebody about it voluntarily. Did it help? Did it make the pain of living any easier to bear? Did it bring you any stability? This may not be a exclamation mark worthy post but I have a very short time to decide whether or not to get in contact with this person. Please, I need to know because I don't know how much longer I can last like this and I know I have to keep myself together long enough for......something better. I'm sorry.