Tuesday, December 21st, 2010Mature

I had the most awful dream last night, though I can’t really remember all of it.  What I do remember was that I was going to get married but I didn’t want to ‘cause I didn’t like the guy at all.  But I couldn’t talk to anyone about it ‘cause I couldn’t express myself, and nobody understood or cared.  I had to marry him anyway.  Then I put on my wedding dress and it didn’t fit ‘cause I was too fat, and my stomach stuck out so far that someone asked if I was pregnant.  To finish off this lovely dream, one of my sisters discovered I had been cutting and everyone was so distressed and angry.  It was a great dream indeed…

            And yes, I’m cutting.  It’s pathetic the depths to which I’ve brought myself, but it’s true.  A little over two weeks ago I began cutting and I’ve done it everyday since then.  And, like the true idiot I am, I’m proud of it… or something.  I don’t know.  I don’t know anything anymore.

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