managed to stay away from sharp objects and hurt myself.
suicidal ideations. 3 days in a row.
I couldn't keep up with myself. with everything.
I need to talk to someone. you.
I don't know.
I am scared of myself.
Flashbacks.
I am sorry to those who have to deal with me and my inconsistent self. I honestly don't know who I was lately. It's like I am missing out some part of my life for the past few days. It's like I was exist but I was not myself, and my whole body wasn't mine. I was floating in the air.
I was in the void. Couldn't escape. Tried to scream but no one seems to bother or get a clue that I need help. Luckily, no harm was done. I am safe. But I am not sure myself.
All I can say is that, right now, I really hate myself to the core of my heart. I am at rock bottom again. Hopeless. Helpless. A disappointment. Guilty. Everything is my fault. Unworthy of love. Worthless.
I'll get better. I will. and I can.
you
