I feel like cutting again, I want to cut my face since that is where the problem lies. I am tired of not saving anything for myself, of having no self respect just to try to achieve my goals. I can't take it, this can't be, can it, my fear is true, and these things will never come back. I wish I was dead. The rage, the hate, the frustration. Cutting, cutting, pleasing you, you win, you've always won, i've always been a loser, I was one then and boy am i ever one now. And it's always been you.