I’m breaking. I’m breaking hard. And I don’t have anyone to talk to. I’m fighting back tears, I already cried once today and I can’t let myself do that again. Tears are for the weak. I thought about cutting again. I thought about getting stupid high. I thought about taking an entire bottle of painkillers. Nothing has struck me as a good idea, yet. I really just want to be okay again, but that means certain things that I am not okay with.