And finally number four.

I hate those words, self harm. It’s strange that to some people it simply means a problem that someone has, to others it’s a consuming addiction. I don’t even know how to talk about it, I’ve never really had to. Not out loud. People are too afraid to ask me about it face to face, or if they do they never come straight out with it, like if your parents try to have a sex talk with you, without actually mentioning the word sex. Thats what all of my friends are like. But the stupid thing is people expect me to get help and talk to someone, but how am I supposed to be able to talk about my problems when they can’t even talk about them and they’re my bloody problems! I’m sick of being told what I need to do, I don’t need to do anything. If I choose to then I will, end of. I don’t even see my self harm as a problem anymore, it’s just part of my life and it’s a hell of a lot better than suicide, another constant thought. But anyway I’ve been a self harmer for about two-two and a half years now. And it’s not getting any better, just gradually worse. Oh well, it’s too late now to fix me, might as well just fucking live with it.