So… I had an emotional breakdown in science class today.
We were doing an experiment with mirrors, and it involed looking in them… I freaked out because I hate they way I look so much, and why wouldn’t I? There’s a lot to hate. But anyways, I had to leave the room ‘to use the washroom’ AKA cry and cut. Sorry for my rant…
A majority of the time I just really want to take a nap on some train tracks.
So last night I was at a concert, and I saw a “scene” girl with jagged cuts running up her arms.
I turned around, pointed to them, and said “You are so fucking beautiful, please don’t hurt yourself, you’re perfect”. I feel good now in an odd way, but I think it was totally worth it just to see the look on her face.
I’m slightly terrified of my self harm scars never fading, and having to live with a reminder of depression forever.
When I’m older, I want a butterfly tattoo.
Then then butterfly project will never end for me.
When you’re so sad your heart actualy hurts.
Uggh over 50 fresh cuts on my body right now.
I don’t care if it kills me.
Actualy, that’s kind of the point…
Hi there, my name is ________ and I’m a ugly, fat, worthless, dumb, slut who deserves to die; at least, that’s what everyone tells me…
I care so much for other people, but so very little for myself.
