I think I just felt like writing today; I needed to write actually. I haven't been outside in weeks, no friends and no phone calls. I dropped out last month and I feel like a total and complete failure for giving up but for too long I’ve done nothing but struggle and struggle with no progress. After being verbally knocked down by professors every other day I decided I'm taking a break from the world. I thought it would be a good thing. Take this semester (which I failed miserably) off and start over this summer. I have mentioned before that I’ve run out of medication so I've been working through my withdraws with cigarettes and copious amounts of tea. But as more time passes the less average I feel and I’m consumed with violent thoughts against myself. So much so that it's giving me a headache. Last week I Just couldn't take it, I ran around my apartment looking for my case of tailoring scissors. I have a cutting history " superficial" is what they tell me but I knew there would be no turning back with my scissors. Unfortunately for me at the time I couldn't find them, then I remember I left them and everything else I would consider using in my locker at school. I called the Suicide hotline but it did a little less then nothing for me, however the lady was nice and she helped me finally get some sleep. I'm not entirely sure what I’m trying to say with this post besides that at one point in time I didn't ever think I'd make it to 30; then I grew up, got some help and that line of thinking ceased for a while. Now I'm not sure what I think. I do know that today I feel a lot like I did last week.