I think I’m depressed again.

I can’t sleep most of the time. Food doesn’t even taste good, but I eat compulsively.

I have the urge to start cutting again. More than the occasional pinching I use to get through most days.

I can’t think of a good reason not to.

I’m so. Sad. Lonely. I feel like crying and screaming and throwing things and lying down and doing nothing at all forever.

Why am I here again?