I kinda had a break down last night. I had the razors out. I had the blade pressed to my skin. But I didn’t cut. 

  It was getting to be too much. It was getting really hard to be strong and not cut. Thinking… Too much thinking. Trying to be happy and figure out whats wrong or right just got to the point where my mind couldn’t process or think anymore. Thats why I tried to cut. I was at the end and I didn’t know what to do. 

  I’m so ashamed I almost cut again. But I didn’t. and that’s all that counts.