21st June 2014, 10.18am

Last night, things fell apart in my mind. I wanted to cut even though tomorrow marks 17 weeks of not cutting. I was desperate and searched in the basement for anything that I could use to cut that wasn't rusty. I couldn't find anything... I remember curling up in bed, crying and pulling my hair. When I awoke this morning, I found chunks of my hair on the floor.... I feel like I should tell Sean, but I'm terrified that he won't believe me... I don't know what to do anymore...