I gave in. I did it again. I feel like I can’t tell anyone, this time. My best friend would be disappointed, and might even cut herself again. Everyone would be disappointed. I feel like I need to tell someone… But I don’t know who. I don’t know who to go to anymore. I cut up my whole arm. I told myself I would just do it a little bit on my leg. But I wanted more. I lost myself tonight and I can’t find my way back. I can feel my depression creeping back on me. I can’t get rid of it. I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m almost out of cigarettes and I have no money right now.