Bought razor blades. Bought michalki biale. Ate as many as I could stomach on the way home.
Was so angry I was shaking. Smoked 3 cigarettes (2.5). Job interview in the morning. Fuck off (try and type no and autocorrect selects fuck off – telling, eh?). Not going to cut. Self harmed twice in the past couple of months, once badly and once not so badly. Got scars on the top of my left thigh.
Want it all to stop. Not going to cut. The sweets and the walk home have kept me going. Gonna watch The Wire and go to bed.