It gets easier. But it gets harder first. Eating, sleeping, caring about myself. They're hard. But I find a reason to push through and do it. No matter how much you hurt, no matter how shitty of a day it is, no matter how much you just wanna slash up your limbs and scream. I can always find a reason. The same reason. Its not drugs, alcohol, parties, sex, or family. Its always the same person, for the same reason. I need to sleep.