I'm not good enough. Insignificant... unimportant..
She's better than me. Prettier than me. Smarter than me.
Everyone loves her. She's perfect.
In comparison, I'm nothing. I've never been anything.
So.. what's the point? Why keep trying to keep up with all the people who are so fucking perfect...?

My mom found the blades I was hiding.
I am now seeing a councilor.
More of my family and friends know.
This stopping me? I wish it was. But blades aren't the only thing that you can use.
I've found a safety pin. Ironic.
And instead of cutting... I'm carving words.
Is that conisdered 'getting better'?

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I've cut myself 3 times since I confessed ( Read more... )

With exposure, comes healing..?
I confessed tonight. To my sister and mom about what I've been doing for 2 1/2 years.
Yay? No...
I feel worse than when I was keeping it a secret. I feel vulnerable, exposed and more isolated than ever.
How is this good? This is worse!

Felt the love. "So much love"...

So I decided to carve it into my skin.

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So I cut myself last week. Wow, big surprise. But it was because I was frustrated. I hate the fact that I can't succeed ( Read more... )

I hate myself. I am so damned repulsive and such a failure. I legit hate myself. I need to.. I need something to help me ( Read more... )

Three times today. Quite deep too.
My parents screamed at each other tonight. About money. Typical.
I locked myself in the bathroom and had to hum loudly just to block out the yelling. It didn't help as much so I cut myself. Three times..
Three. Fucking. Times.
So thanks, parents. You make me a better person.