I wake up with dark thoughts and a heavy head, wishing that peace would occur. This is going on for a while. I wake up early, hoping things will get better. Trying to get out of bed, be productive. I worry for myself, I just want impulse and hope I do it right, pain and fear for a minute and then eternal nothingness. I don't need these thoughts, the slapping and self harm, I hate me and who I become. Hate the mornings