Apparently I want to destroy myself. I expressed my feelings to my counselor of how I feel in between sessions and I am a bit shocked to see that I am on the verge of hurting myself. I already am to some extent with my legs. I have tons of little scars and scabs on my legs right now, I scratch them whenever I feel stressed, or so I thought it was just stress that made me do it, now it may be more than that. I had to promise him that I'd tell him if I was gonna do something stupid first. That definetly discourages it, yet I don't know either. I feel pretty bad that it's come to this, the scratching, the sad thoughts for attention and all that. There are people who care about me, this I know, I don't want to let them down and do something major to myself. I guess I am crying out for attention or help on the inside so no one can hear me. I show my mom my scratches she doesn't say much. If theres some discrepancy of me not doing ok, my brother always says I'm fine. My family is comfortable and happy, I don't want to disturb that and yet I do. Sure I could try to share my pain with them or with a friend, but it just doesn't feel right, its way to personal, since most of my relationships with people have some distance to them, some distrust lingers in all of them. I feel like whom ever I tell these things to, I won't want to talk to them anymore, it's that personal. I'm glad to have my counselor and my group therapy people, but now I'm scared its not enough. If I keep going down this road it's not a question of if but when. It's my fault really, I don't let anyone get close to me and if I do it's always the wrong person. I never thought myself a quitter, hopefully I won't let this happen, it's hard to do it alone though. I just gotta hang in there, this is the really rough part.



