Do you know what it feels like to be angry at yourself all of the time, to feel like you're being constantly squeezed by a rope tied around your body?

Sometimes it eases off, you know? Usually when i'm settled and content I can forget about it; but it's always there, and the slightest thing triggers it off, the rope squeezes tighter around me and I feel suffocated.

When it happens, I try not to project it on anyone else. I just come across as mardy because nobody understands. I don't think anybody can understand.

Oh, the doctor came to see me today. Fucking arsehole is starting to get on my last nerve.

Because you know what? I don't "self harm", since people keep assuming the worse. I just throw things and punch things and IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. I threw a vase, it smashed all over the place, and I didn't realise there were shards of broken porcelain on the dresser when I banged my fist and arm on the top - that's how I ended up tearing my arm to shreds. I didn't physically pick up a knife or a piece of glass or whatever people use and cut my arm up.

Is everyone happy now?