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Danger to myself
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By:
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Stacy
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Mood:
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Sad
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Date:
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Apr 12, 2007
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Music:
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None
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I
have
lost
all
control.
I'm
scared.
If
I'm
alone
for
one
minute
I'll
cut
something.
Just
to
see
my
blood
pour
out.
My
friend
is
going
to
stay
over
with
me
tonight.
But
I
know
it's
not
going
to
do
any
good.
I'll
still
cut
in
the
bathroom.
Why
am
I
doing
this?
I
cant
stop.
It's
an
obsessive
URGE
to
see
my
blood.
I
seen
my
psych
and
he
took
me
off
luvox
too,
and
started
me
on
depakote
and
a
higher
does
of
seroquel.
I
HATE
SWITCHING
MEDS
AND
NOT
FINDING
THE
RIGHT
ONE!
He
wants
me
to
be
in
the
hospital.
I
dont
want
to
be
there,
it's
scary
and
dirty
and
people
will
say
i'm
in
a
nut
house
or
something!
I
hate
being
watched
and
that's
what
they'll
do.
It's
either
I
bleed
to
death
or
they
take
me
to
the
hospital
against
my
will.
which
is
the
lesser
evil.
I
cant
stop
no
matter
how
much
I
try
to
distract
myself.
I
dont
want
to
die.
I'm
going
to
go
to
sleep.
I
feel
so
bad
for
worrying
everybody.
I
wish
I
could
say
that
I'm
fine
and
there's
nothing
to
worry
about.
I
wish
someone
could
tell
ME
that.
But
dont
worry.
I'll
be
fine.
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