that is the question.
what gloom!
Warning: this blog may be triggering. There is an abundance of eating disorder and self harm content.
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Happiness is not a counterpoint to the misery of others.
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I don’t think I can live much longer like this.
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To cut tonight or not,
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I really wanted to see blood tonight. I’m still not at all satisfied.
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I wonder how many diuretics is unsafe to take.
Ah well, like I care anyway.
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Merry fuckin’ Christmas to me
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The messed up minds of those that self injure.
Someone reblogged a picture of one of my self-induced bruises with a caption explaining that it was only mild (well, to be fair, I’m adding the “only”). The person didn’t know I had done it intentionally as I didn’t mention it at all in the post, but even so, it KILLED me to see that. It made me feel like such a big failure. It’s just so stupid: I self injure because I feel like a failure, I feel like a failure for self injuring, and I feel like a failure when my self injury isn’t “good enough.” All I feel like doing is taking out my hammer and “fixing” my mild bruise.
