I've been super stressed over work and uni and not knowing how to tell people 'no' recently. My partner has been doing the thing we're he gets all worried about me and asks if he can do anything to help everytime I'm a little bit upset, and then gets frustrated with me when I say I don't know. Give minutes ago I got so frustrated with work and having to be quiet so I don't get checked up on like a fucking psych ward patient, I slashed the shit out of my lower thigh with a craft knife because I don't think before I act. I have people coming over this afternoon because I can't say no, (even though I have mountains of shit to do) so now I'm going to have to pretend to be happy and entertain, and justify wearing long pants in the Australian summer. I wish people stopped hanging out with me so I could justify killing myself already. I'm absolutely just fucking done. I'm sorry to anyone that felt obligated to read this.