I threw my mobile all around the room and tried to rip my doona cover, and bit one of my stuffed animals really hard.
All because of a fight with a mate.
I'm so easily frustrated.
I'm sick of not knowing the way I feel.
Or why I want to cry all the time.
Why it feels so right to take it out on myself when it's somebody else's fault?
I just felt I needed to update and tell somebody.
I almost feel ashamed for what I've done. But nothing else was going to calm me down