Some nights are just fine. Most of them are bad. Tonight was a really, really bad night. Those thoughts screaming at you from the back of your mind. You feel like you’re going to be sick, and your wrists burn more than usual. I can’t turn it off like most times. It won’t go away. Everytime I get these thoughts, it becomes worse. Like getting pushed down a flight of stairs, and everyone expects you to land on your feet. I’m so scared.