Cutting Diary 10/12/17

Well, guess that long streak is over. Cutting stopped the cry. The reason isn't important any more. I'm over it. Who cares if I cut. I don't fucking care. Others should just fucking stop caring too. Leave me the fuck alone.

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I RETURN FROM THE DEAD

Okay, I know, dramatic, but I return from forgetting that this was a thing. I return because I've been using my laptop more and have better access to this because I couldn't fit the app on my phone any more. I return because I need to write again. Something to do instead of laying there … Continue reading I RETURN FROM THE DEAD

Self Distruct in 1…2…3… Cutting diary 2/16/17

Cut monster into my thigh again. It'll never heal. It's bleeding and staining my sunflower pants.  I took 8 Ativan.  I hope to forget today...and tomorrow.  I'll sleep real well at least. Fucking ______ texted Aunna saying she knew I blocked her. Means she was checking my social media. Checking up on me. That's stalkery … Continue reading Self Distruct in 1…2…3… Cutting diary 2/16/17

And for the first time my right arm becomes useful…as I sin with it. I want to cut it off. But instead I thank God for all the wrong I do.¬†

God Help Me.  Tw. Blood and cutting bellow.  I like to think Jesus rather I cut than smoke. I mean, according to the Bible I'm already devaluing my body with tattoos and piercings. I cut to have control.  I think God knows it's either this or I kill myself.  But God, wouldn't it be better … Continue reading And for the first time my right arm becomes useful…as I sin with it. I want to cut it off. But instead I thank God for all the wrong I do.¬†