Everything going on is stressing the fuck out of me. Its like I’m walking on egg shells every bloody day. So for the past month I’ve been conceiling the fact that I started cutting again and other shit. I came out and told my dad and mom that I have been doing this which was really hard on my part. Hey, I gotta do something to survive. I’ll be fine and no one will notice. Hell no one has noticed! I’ll be talking my pdoc next week and I’ll go from there. Maybe another stay in the psych ward is in order. Fuck I don’t care!