BAHAHAHAHAH SAME

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BLOCK DONT REPORT PLEASE

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Me at night wondering how I fucked up my life so bad

LMAOOO IKR

MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING

that awkward moment when you just slit your skin open and youre still thinking about that essay you need to finish

Suing my parents.

I'm suing my parents for giving birth to me without my consent.

Same.

I keep finding myself missing those fresh streaks of scarlet lining my arms, feeling the warmth as I watch my blood ooze from my skin. I miss the healing cuts that turn different shades of red, brown, and purple. I miss the roughness of the scabs catching the fabric of my shirts, the twinge of pain that accompanied it. The soreness the day after a relapse, the sting when I wash them in the shower. The itch when the scabs start falling off showing the fresh new scars underneath.

I miss it, and yet I hate it. I hate it so much. I’m disgusting.

You want me to be happy? Put a gun to my head and pull the damn trigger.

TW s3lf harm

One month clean... I have first therapy today and i'm stressed out

Last night was one of the worst. I just couldn’t stop crying cuz somebody close to me almost died. Thankfully everything turned out fine in the end but it really took a toll on me. I couldn’t sleep so I tried reading a book but that just made me cry more. Life is hard innit </3