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Again....too tired to cut
I am done. My mum, while we were coming back from the stable, decided to talk with me about my cuts and sh so she parked the car somewhere and said "Tell me honestly, do you still cut yourself ? You know that your cutting is so hard for me to handle."
I said that I stopped cutting (what is a lie)
She "You've changed, I can see it and I think you still cut yourself."
"No, I don't."
"Can you please give me your every blade and razor?"
"Sure"
"You won't hide any?"
"No" (ofc I did)
"It's so hard for me to handle your cutting."
I don't think I've changed but okay....I will give her my blades but I've already hid few. But my mood ? Totally dropped....I don't know anymore....
I hope my horse riding pants won't soak up with blood...
Thanks gods those are dark
I really needed this 😕❤
STRAY KIDS IMAGINE.
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One hour until the new year and I'm already sitting in the bathroom with razor blades and one wound on my hand, wanting to cry. Wtf, I hate this shit
I went back to self-harming and on the one hand I feel satisfied, and on the other I know that if my family found out, they would be broken and disappointed
That blade I'm holding is my only friend
I am so tired of being myself. And nothing ever helps...
I wanna drink the pain away. But I can't drink because of taking strong antidepressants that doesn't even work...
I mean. Clinical depression. Trust issues. Body insecurity....
Why not add "r@ped and therefore terrified of intimite contact and men"... right? Thank you world, can't wait to see what is coming next.
How do I cope with recovery..?
Weird question I know... but after all those years of surviving through days, fighting the depression every single day, making myself get out of the bed or just breathe....
I know how to survive.
But I have no idea how to LIVE.
How many cuts... how many scars - will make me feel better..? 🙏🏻 I am not fine...
I'm such a mess, why would anyone want to bring that into his life?