It's been a long time since I've posted here. And even longer since I've cut.

 

Old scars seem to open easily. I don't even know why. Maybe the drink, the OD's, the blood were my real life - maybe that was stability - perhaps on some level I understand that.

 

Maybe I just can't escape the feeling that all this is temporary - just a minor escape from all which will return.

 

I hope not. But eventually I guess I'll have pushed hope too far.

 

Do you ever really escape from your demons? Or from yourself?