Dang, I haven’t been on here in forever, it brings back so many memories! I see there’s a lot of new additions to this site. Nice to see some new faces. Erm. Uh. You know what I mean. Anyway, I was just in the neighborhood and thought I’d update on the depression status.
My parents found out that I had been cutting, and they took my knife, blades, safety pins, and lighters away. I haven’t cut in 2 months and 3 days. I have never wanted to cut this badly before. My scars all look like those really cool white ink tattoos and you can really see ‘HATE’ and ‘NO LOVE’ carved in to my thigh. Oh well. I’ll get over it. Always do, don’t I? Heh. Yeah. Anyway, I’m also seeing a psychiatrist now and have my next meeting next Tuesday. Still don’t trust her. Hm.
I think that’s actually all.
Oh and I slapped my best friend in the face and shoved her into some lockers, screaming at her at the top of my lungs. I’m surprised no one came to check and see what all the commotion was. I think I might need to look into anger management.
Well, I’ll probably be on the site more now, and I’m always here to help. And for all the newbies, well. Uh. Hi, nice to meet you. I’m xXFrejaShinePawsXx 🙂
Later guys!
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One of my girl mates (quiet fox) is a frequent cutter. I’d staved her off for a couple months and then she trolled me by marking out “I’m fine” on her thigh. Dem legs tho… I feel helpless in that I can’t forcefully change her mind, although the best battles are won with words, but there is only so much I can do from this far away. I wish I could help her more. I had another girl mate who once went batshit crazy and started verbally/physically abusing me. I smiled the whole time and just laughed. Long as you leave my ‘nads alone, it’s all good. Otherwise… Well, less-lethal take down for women.