I want to cut again. The isolation and rejection is too much. People refuse to speak to me. I don't even have a single person to talk to, not even online. So the anger comes back, the hate, the thoughts, and it's not even in my own hands, it never really was. So I cut. Because you are better than me, because I want to show you, because I am treated as such so I act as such. Because playing basketball in Pelican Bay has been fucking with my mind for years.