Everyday I re-live the hell that I've been through. I feel, hear, see, truely re-live each and every event. It's like going through them in slow motion, a different memory each day. I hate this. I wish it would all go away. The only thing that reminds me that I'm alive is the cuts, I'm having to cut deeper in order to "feel" anything. As I watch the blood drip down my wrist, down my arm...it reminds me that I'm still alive. I live within my hell alone, that's how it'll always be...me alone. I feel as though I'll always be alone. No one geta me, no one wants to be around me...I try to be "out going" only to fail...I don't get it. I don't understand peoole, I don't think that they get me either. I have no one...
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