Rotten

Drawing on my legs instead of relapsing doesn't work in the sense that it does not alleviate the urge or anything but on the other hand it does work in the sense that I forget about it and the writing catches me by surprise every time I go to the bathroom

I dislike the fact that this one guy opened up about his former alcoholism and now feels comfortable enough bringing it up when relevant. Not because I dislike the fact that he feels comfortable about it but because it makes me feel like I'm dishonest for not explicitly admitting that i was suicidal and addicted to sh

someone should inform my mother of the fact that it wasn't the doctors who fucked me up. Like maybe she forgot that before I was put on any type of psychiatric medication she herself went through all of my stuff and found my emergency stash of paracetamol. Maybe she forgot the scar (+ her own comment) following which she agreed to send me to therapy. Maybe she doesn't want to realise the reason why I can't stand being around my family longer than twenty-four hours. Like hmmmm can't really blame the doctor for those things now can we