Red Opium.

I've cut myself 441 times within the past two weeks. I've cut, like, every day this week, I think. I'm telling myself I shouldn't kill myself because I am a writer. Writing is the only thing I feel like I'm really good at. I must admit, I have a bit of a superiority complex about it. I'm going to be published soon. I'm telling myself I shouldn't give up because I can still write -- I must write. I must tell my story, and expose all the bastards in my life. It's numbing the hurt right now.