I've been to a place this dark once before. Nearly did the biggest mistake. But what was the mistake? 
Ever cutting myself in the first place? Or not cutting deep enough? 

Dear mom: 

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry that I fucked everything up. It's not your fault.

I'm not hungry. For the first time in months, I don't care about food. I don't care about filling the gap by eating, or by hurting myself a little. The gap's too wide now. 

I tried so hard to be someone everybody could like. But no matter how hard I try, I'll always be the same ridiculous, pointless blob. I'll always hurt people, and I'll always let people down. I'm so sorry, mom. 

I just hate myself so much more than I could ever love anything.