Vent Book ➳☙

I figured out my fucking problem.

I figured out my problem. I haven't been so well lately and I figured why

I'm so fucking pathetic that can't even be clean for two days. I feel the need to slice up my arm and I need it so fucking bad. It's so hard to stop and it's getting me anxious.

I literally feel like I'm addicted to some nicotine ass shit. I need to but I'll be found out and that's not fun at all. I want to cut so fucking bad and I can't even spend time with my family because I'm craving to feel the itching pain and the blood trickle down my arm. Even sometimes I don't feel bad I just want to and that makes me feel bad that I want to but can't.

I'm desperate. I'm pathetic for even getting hooked on this shit. And the more awful I start to feel the more tempted I am. I probably will do it again and again where people can't notice because I'm starting to go nuts.

Whenever I do it I feel better. I feel relieved. It feels good doing it.