Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.

I want to apologize.

I have been super pessimistic lately.

But at the moment, it doesn't seem to ever have an end.

I currently despise myself more that usual. I cut again, although I focused more on bruising this time. I am terrified for swimming after school today; my outer thighs are still scabbing/scarring from a week or two or three ago, and everyone is going to see it.

I don't know what to do.

I am still on a roll with purging, although now I am adding in the binging part a bit more.

My sweet, wonderful boyfriend is getting seriously upset by my depression, since I tell him everything like word vomit. I am really worried that he actually followed through with his threat this time.

Well, that's all, I guess. In reply to last post's comments, I am trying to be careful. But it's hard to be careful with yourself when your top priority is to destroy yourself.

<3 Wren