For the last two weeks I have been in a mental hospital after clawing a good chunk of my wrist off with my fingernails before they could stop me.
I’ve dealt with major depression, social phobia, extreme isolation, panic attacks, and most recently a very bad case of borderline personality disorder all my life and I’m attempting to make a change. Like the building blocks of when we were little, I have to arrange, re-tune and rebuild my personality from the ground up. This will not be easy, in fact, I’ll be the first to say its going to be hard as fuck.
But the fact of the matter is, I’ve done terrible, evil, unforgivable things that pound at my head like the Engergizer bunny on adderall and I’m tired. I’m working hard to change, and they say the first step is making friends. This is my phone number 864-230-3957. I suppose this is creepy, or am I just paranoid, or is it a strange loquacious spawn of the two of them? These are the things that keep me up at night.
Tomorrow is a new free day,
I don’t want to fall in love with every girl I meet,
I don’t want these memories floating by my skull and taking pieces when they please,
I don’t want to break down crying, throwing up, and shaking at work while there are people depending on me,
I want to be happy.
Tomorrow is a new free day,
I hope to meet myself smiling in the morning.
