I feel like I am back to one of those phases where the only appropriate behavior from me is to suture my mouth closed. My emotions are my problem. They aren’t real. They should not effect anyone but me. Just shut up you stupid bitch.

It is so hard to be quiet without cutting.

I’m thinking about it a lot. It is becoming one of my more pervasive thought processes. I could shut myself up. I could stop this diarrhea of the mouth. I could be less pathetic and needy seeming. I will keep my fucking needs to myself. It is not anyone else’s problem that I feel this way.

Just shut up shut up shut up shut up.