You Literally Dont Get It. I Dont Give A Shit Whether I Live Or Die. I Dont Care How I Die. I Dont Care
You literally dont get it. I dont give a shit whether I live or die. I dont care how I die. I dont care if i die by corona, or drugs, or by my own hand. I dont give a shit.
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FAT thighs
FAT stomach
FAT arms
FAT face
FAT hands
FAT calves
FAT knees
FAT hips
FAT EVERYTHING.
I just want to be skinny…
I will always cherish what you have given me, and what i have learned from you, but its time to let go.
Honestly... The darkness scares me more now rhat i have a life im excited to love for. i actually have peolle in my life that care about me and i realize that, which is terrifying because i dont wanna hurt them like i wanna hurt myself ya know?
I'm actually a fucking terrible person i literally deserve to die. I deserve every single cut and scar and I deserve to bleed out one of these times. I deserve every terrible thing thats happened to me and i deserve every horrible thing thats about to happen
In Biology we were talking about euthanasia and our thoughts on it. Literally everyone in my class was saying they couldnt imagine wanting to die. That they didnt even have the guts to even hurt themselves in any way. I kept getting flashbacks to last night, and all the fresh scars on my arms and legs and it made me die a little bit more inside, knowing how truly alone i was.
i could never explain why i cut myself
When i met him, it was like taking a breath of fresh air. I can get used to this...
- (I think hes the one, so i hope i dont mess this up)
this is so inspiring. I want to be like this. I want to say I went a full year without sh.
I want my scars to be almost gone, but not completely.
I want to be happy and depression and anxiety free,
I want to be ready for the rest of my life.
It's been 1 year...
1 year without self harming
1 year since the break up that I thought would kill me
1 year since moving to a new city all alone
1 year since starting therapy for my PTSD from csa
1 year since changing my antidepressants
1 year since starting medical school
1 year since life broke me ...and I climbed out of the rubble stronger
It's infuriating how I have all these demons in my head no one else can understand.
Facts.
This morning, I was so proud of myself. My scars had fully healed. Now, i can still feel the sting of my fresh wounds, and i cant help but wonder, "why does this make me feel so damn good?"
- i tried to stop, but it just made me worse
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