I’ve been to a place this dark once before... nearly made the biggest mistake. But what was the mistake? Ever cutting myself in the first place? Or not cutting deep enough?
     “Dear Mum: I am 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, mum. I just hate myself so much more than I could ever love anything.”