and here we go, my good old friend is back after a short break, his names anxiety.
the panic I feel is so bad at times I consider just making more marks in my skin, the mark that bring the sweet second of pain and let's the beautiful Crimson leak from where the mark is....I know I shouldn't, but the temptation is so high I'm losing the self control I wish I had.....
I might just cry myself to sleep tonight, without Tyde. I don't want to be a burden to him tonight, he needs a break.
sincerely,
Me.
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