I wrote everything down on paper.. Tore it into a billion pieces. Burned it. I feel better. Somewhat. Like I've burned alot of what has been bothering me away. Does that make sense? It doesn't to me.. not even when I was doing it. I couldn't cry. I couldn't scream. I couldn't stop and get frustrated. I just tore, ripped, and burned. I didn't reach for that knife. I didn't once go into my closet to get the razor. I didn't cut myself.
This is improvement.
Courtney