Her empty gaze.

Depression is a bitch, trying to ignore the dark voices, been so good, but my skin feels that old itch...I haven't hurt myself in years. 

Felt disappointed when I caved a little and used a rubber-band, feel like an addict going through a relapse. 

Nigh terrors are more agressive then ever, was staying up for days, which felt pretty good because of the lack of sleep high, now I'm tired and sleep all the time. 

I hate my mind...