Every day I come on here. Click the new posts link. And every day there's another person in pain, another person with problems. So many of them. The past few days I have been feeling, overall, better. Definitely less suicidal. Not cutting as much. And the only way I've done that is because I have forced myself to not care. Not care about all the things that used to make me hurt. It's not easy, but it is doable. It gets easier with time, taking pain and pressing it down, down, and away. It surges up from time to time. It lurks there, in the back if my mind, tainting my thoughts... Yet, it seems the only way to survive. The only person who's ever said they loved me hasn't talked to me in two days. I'm managing even to quell the emotions from that.