Quiet time

So it’s 6 pm and I have been alone all day. In some ways, I enjoy not having any pressure from anyone when I’m by myself, but that often seems to mean I end up in an emotional state. Last time my housemate was gone for a couple weeks, I held a sharp kitchen knife at my chest one night. I don’t know what stopped me ending it all then and there, but after I’d self harmed with aforementioned knife, my hands became shaky from anxiety and I put it down.
To try and distract myself from self half and or being driven mental by ed thoughts, I’m in the park at the moment.
I just want to cry, or eat, or stave , or sleep, or die…. I don’t really know what I feel like just now.

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