Why me?

[theyellowhobbit]

No, the day didn't get any better. I feel horribly, so I'm going to bed. It's 11:30 anyways. Hopefully nothing else will go wrong. I don't feel like beating myself up anymore. It's an addiction, once I start, I can't stop. Like a passerby at a train wreck, I can't look away. I keep on tearing into myself, cutting away at everything there. Sleep will hopefully stop me from destroying my self-esteem completely. When I wake up, maybe I'll be whole again. G-d, please let tomorrow be less bad than today.