EMO time with BZDs……

When my condition was at its worst, I felt ashamed of my mental illness; now that it has eased somewhat, I feel ashamed of my substance abuse and peer pressure, so I can only escape this agonising sense of shame—which is destroying my self-esteem—through self-harm and suicidal thoughts.

I hate life, I hate my weak character, and I hate a fate that causes me to suffer pointlessly.