I'm fine.

[butterfly]

I talked to my dad on phone. Told him that it's hard to see him. He said that he wanted to try to make it better.

I cried.

I would randomly just do a whole body shake for about fifteen minutes after that.

God. That was.

Yeah.

Hard.

It hurts.

I want to cut.

I want to not cut.

I'm just terrified. I mean, what if. And.

God, I can't even think right now.

Everything's all swirly and wrong.

I want.

I want to know what to do.

It's all so complicated. Life.

Which is such an obvious and dumb thing to say.

Only I can't think of anything else.