I am genuinely curious: if I were permanently in a mental hospital, would you visit me?

Why do I care about what others think? I have no reason to, yet it consumes my thoughts until I impulsively send a message.

Lately, I’ve been struggling with thoughts of self-mutilation. Maybe I feel the need to match my outside to how I feel on the inside.

Anyway, I’ll message you later.

It’s clear to me that I’ve been in a really unhealthy place.