Dear Diary,
Today, I cut myself for the first time. Well, actually, I’ve tried before, but this is the first time I actually got it to bleed. I didn’t feel anything really, and that worries me. Maybe I should stop before anything really happens.

I wish there was a book, or a magic 8 ball that will tell you what to do and when. Maybe I should try to write one, but that seems pretty impossible. Hell, it is impossible. I feel as though I can’t tell anyone that I know about this.

And I know that everybody feels as though they’re all alone. Some people cut themselves to get through that feeling. Now, there’s three cuts, and I hope it stays that way. No more. I have to listen to myself. But sometimes, my voice is too quiet, too shaky to be heard by even me.

And that scares me the most.

Yours,
PBBT