My dreams just lay there and scream. Suicide. And it wasn't me either. It was some guy committing suicide in a dream I had. It was horrible. I cut Tues. over my old cuts again. It felt great. I used the broken glass. Me and Brittney broke it when she was over here. It was the best. Cutting is starting to feel normal again. Before it was just weird. But oh well. I am free again. Nothing else seems to matter. I wanted to cut today but Sharon is over here. I know it will bleed a while and she would know. She just read that up there so it might not even matter. She wants me to stop. She just doesn't understand why I still do it. And I don't either. I don't care. Sometimes I want to be better then other times I just want to cut.--