Reblog if. .
You understand what it is to be a cutter.
You understand that it’s not for attention.
You understand that it’s a release.
You understand that the aim isn’t death.
You understand that feeling pain is easier than feeling numb or broken.
You understand that emotions can choke you.
Reblog if you’re not:
disgusted, horrified or look down on cutter. .
Reblog if you really, truly, understand.
This will be the last post to this blog.
I want the privacy back, that I used to have, before people from school found out about my account. I thought it would be okay with people knowing, but over the past few months, I’ve felt more and more uncomfortable expressing my emotions on here, which was the original purpose of my first blog. Having a secondary blog to vent doesn’t work for me, so I’m making a new account. changing my url isn’t stopping people from finding me, and I just want my outlet back.
This one will not be deleted, simply disused-there are too many memories preserved in random text posts for that. If you want my new url,you’re welcome to have it- just message me.
I need a hug. a proper hug. I so tired of this isolation. I feel so alone, my friends are miles away and i’ve no place safe to go. I feel so insecure at my house. It would be better if people came round, if they made me associate my room with happy memories, but no one wants to ever see me. I’m just a burden.
I’m kidding myself that I’m actually in recovery. I’ve not SHed in over a month, but at what cost? The voices are getting louder, my brain being eaten up by all the bad thoughts, i’m struggling to find an reason to just be. My eating’s getting worse again, I’ve had to start closing my eyes when I’m in the bath, or getting changed again- i’m so fucking revolting.
day after day after day, i’m just getting worse and worse, being the unproductive shit I am. I want my friends to get better; i’m just a hindrance. I shouldn’t cloud their lives anymore. They deserve so much more than the depressing darkness I have become.
it hurts so much to see that you don’t even drop the facade around me. i get that you don’t want to talk about it, but lying… it kills knowing that you don’t trust me enough to let me in