I want to fucking bash my head in to make these thoughts go away. Like all I do is try to be positive but my head just does not let me.
Am I considered crazy if I talk to my cats and myself at 430 in the morning?
seriously like what
I really need someone I can actually fucking talk to. I can not wait to get home and just cry to my therapist. I feel like I have about 1 person who gives a fuck and I don’t know what to do anymore. My urges are coming back stronger than ever. I can’t even breathe.