Two weeks I didn't do it. Two weeks I lasted with hurting myself. I was away, isolated, and happy. I'm back home, its 2011 and the cycle has started over again. The first thing I said to myself this year was that I was going to stop, I was sure of it. But not sure enough. The book I read over break, Its Kind of a Funny Story is playing in my head over and over again. I feel like Craig, worthless, no guy in my life (in his case girl) and the pressure of high school. And to top it off, my mother. G-d I just came back from another world and she's sucked me into her paranoia of everything. In a way, I also feel like Christopher McCandless. Should I leave this shit hole and explore, because that honestly feels like the best thing to do right about now. I'd rather rot in an abandoned bus with a clear mind, than here, in this black hole. I feel like the life is slowly being sucked out of me again..
2 weeks, and all it took was a single sentence from her.
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