I feel empty again. It was going so well but...I've sort of coped with everything by seeking physical reassurance. But now I feel like everyone is so sick of me being so needy and clingy and loud and obnoxious, so I should lay off a bit. And now I'm depressed and haven't got much of a coping mechanism (if you count the problem [self-harm] as a symptom [of my depression] and not a way to cope). I feel broken down. I want to collapse and lash out. I wish there were someone I could call or talk to. But the only person who know is A—, and he thinks I'm in recovery, or maybe just that I'm an angsty teen drama queen ruled by my hormones like every other teen girl.
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