I have a perfect chance to hurt myself. No one to stop me, some sharp objects and silverware available. I can’t let myself do it, but I know I will. I don’t want to tell a therapist because she will try to tell those I care about. I don’t care about them though, I just have developed a roommate situation with them. It’s strange, I don’t want help, I resist it. I want to be left alone by everyone. I just want to drift from existence and I don’t want anyone to stop me.
