It's 11:28 PM. Approximately 3 minutes ago, I did what I thought I would never do again. I thought I made a promise to myself to never go down that road again. I broke that promise. 3 minutes ago, I made myself bleed. I don't know why. I haven't had an urge in... months. When I did I never gave in. What's so different about this time? Less... willpower? Why did I do this to myself? Wandering slowly down the road of self destruction. I don't know what I expect in the end. For things to be different? But why. Why would they change? My cutting isn't going to change anything. But I guess I don't care. I'm choocing to post this on the internet because I know I need help. But until I can get some, I need to vent in the only way I know how.

My name is Jessica.

And this is my journal.