Everything is always my fault. You can never take responsibility for anything. You can't admit just once that it's your fault can you? I'm ungrateful? Okay sure, let's say that I am. Who's fault is it? Of course it's mine. I raised my self remember. You were to busy doing whatever the fuck you were doing. I can't believe you made me feel like this again. After all the progress I've made, now I'm back to square one. I've never felt like running away more then I do right now. Bags packed and ready....

Last night I realized that, maybe, I just might be, a bisexual girl trapped in a guy's body, I'm scared and feel alone I don't know what to do...

Can't do anything right, can I? Saw my doctor today. I had a list of thing she needed to know on a small bit of paper. But I sat and fidgeted with it the whole time.
Told her I overdosed again. Refused another blood test. She gave me a booklet with some numbers in it. Said to call one of them if I wanted to overdose again.
She knows I'm still cutting but doesn't seem hugely concerned about it. Luckily. Couldn't find the words to tell her I don't feel safe when I'm home on my own....