It’s been a rough couple of years when it comes to my love life. Mainly I was broken up with, because he said he was bored. not only that, but months after the break up I found out that he had cheated on me. So that was two and a half years ago, and now I have pushed away any form of love from anyone. If someone likes me I tell them not to just to keep my feelings safe. I know I’m scared of getting hurt again. But like I also don’t want a relationship because I don’t feel anything for anyone. Like I’m […]
Back when everything shut down, millions of people were having their life at their worst; but for me in only made me better. I stopped taking my meds because I no longer needed them, and I knew that I wouldn’t have to make contact with anybody for a while; it was the best mental break for me. The whole year I was happy spending my senior year of high school at home not having to make face to face contact with anybody. Now summer is over and I started college in person, and boy did I remember how much I hated school and all the […]
I currently stand between not wanting to do anything and wanting to live my dream. I’m gradually giving up on everything. My weight is only going up, my mental stability is going way down, the disappointment and sadness in my family is rising, my will to continue is going 6 feet under where I might just end up. I was asked if I was really willing to do something, all I did was say no. I don’t want to do anything anymore because no matter how much I’ve tried I have always failed with an outcome worse than I thought it would be. So today […]
4/25/18 was the last time I wrote on here… and boy has so much happened since then. I was finishing up 8th grade after getting out of a high focus center (which did nothing for me) I was finishing middle school and getting ready for high school. I guess I was okay around that time, although I still would self harm, but I forgot about this account. But freshman year I lost my v-card to my next door neighbor who I still have feelings for, I had gotten a boyfriend who actually met my whole family but later crushed my heart by cheating on me […]
I haven’t taken any of my meds in like 3-4 days and for the past few days I have had really bad migraines. i can barely even walk straight and I still have to go to school.
I’m becoming suicidal again. The meds aren’t working anymore. I want to kill myself. I’m back to the person I was, and call me crazy, but I like it, I had missed it. i want to be dead i dont want to be here, i might run away with someone and its going to be soon
I haven’t been online for a little while because I have been busy, and pretty suicidal.
But, I have been on Zoloft 50mg for about 4 months already and I have gained about 5 pounds. And as some of you know I am also anorexic so I may not have gained as much as others. But I have not stopped eating in these past few months. Before Zoloft I would go 2-3 days without eating. And now I haven’t been able to stop myself from eating 2 almost 3 meals. And part of the reason I am on Zoloft is because I consider myself fat, and […]
I’m tired of everyone stepping all over me. Even people on here are against me being here. What did I do wrong? I know I’m nothing, I know I’m no one. I’ve never been enough, and I never will be enough. I’m so tired, I just want to fall into a deep sleep, and never wake up again. Maybe I will just kill myself, and skip the part where I runaway. :/
At this point, I can barely eat a full meal, and I don’t like eating, so that fine. I don’t need to eat, eating is a want. Eating is a want, so you can keep living. But I don’t want to live so it’s fine by me. I don’t need it anymore. Food is a waste of time and money. I don’t need it. I don’t need it. I DON’T NEED IT!
I’m going to need a lot more money, in order to runaway, I have clothes packed, 800$ saved and enough food to last a month. Lately I have been feeling really, depressed and suicidal, so I went through my parents’ liquor shelf. I had a few fireball whiskey shots, I fell in love with it. I almost got caught cutting again. I’ve been stealing from family, friends, and some stores. I just need a place to hideaway.
I couldn’t even cross the street without panicking. I have to keep my head down when I walk or else I would freak out. And when I cross the street I “have” to look both ways. But really I just want to get run over, I just want to die, I can’t do this anymore. I’ve been looking for hotels to stay at for a month but they all cost over 1000$ and I don’t even have that much money yet. I only have 800$ and I’m not sure how to make over 200$. And with my anxiety it’s going to be harder than I […]
I know you’re going to fuck me over. Everyone does. You’re fucking around with my mind. You make me feel special, playing around with my feelings, and in the end we end up as strangers again. I always fall for these fucking traps.
No, I am not looking for attention. I am just really not up to wanting to do anything again. I am back to cutting. I burnt the heart on my finger because I wanted to feel the pain. Yes, I am in love with the pain. I love how it feels. I can’t help it. Sometimes I don’t even have a reason to why I cut myself. All I want is to feel the pain, to see the blade, to see the blood rushing out from the cuts. It’s a small escape from reality, It’s a small High. I love it and I can’t help […]
I QUIT! I’m done with life. I hate it. I hate everything. I hate everyone. I hate myself. My cuts are deeper than ever. I am just ready to throw myself in front of the train.
Spring is coming too soon, which means so is summer, soooo…. now I have to hide my new marks, before anyone notices them and sends me back to the hospital or the high focus centers. I hate spring, I hate summer. I hate my body, I hate myself. And in the winter I can hide all of that evidence behind a sweatshirt and jeans. This is too soon.
So yesterday I burned a heart into my finger. Just so I could feel the sting, to have a little more pain, than cutting. So now it’s all blistered and bubbly again. And I was wondering if that means it would become a scar? I want it to be permanent. So I was thinking of tracing it over again. I want to keep retracing it either way.
I am ready to kill myself. I have not stopped cutting. I started talking with a guy that wants to have an affair with his wife. I just burned on a small tattoo just so I could feel a little more pain. I took a candle and a paperclip and made small figures on my hand. I’m going to go over it again tomorrow to make it darker. I’m still trying to collect some more money to runaway. I’m still looking to buy drugs, and sex. So many secrets, everyone thinks I’m fine and happy, and I want to keep things that way.
Yesterday my blade was dull and basically useless. But today I sharpened it and now it works good as new! Now I have new scars with more blood bubbles. 😀
My blade is dull and I don’t have another blade. I tried cutting my wrist and it would barely tear my skin. I did it so many times and it only bled in like 3 cuts. So I dug in with more pressure and it was only one tiny blood bubble. There used to be 3 other blades laying around the house because of my dad’s job. The blade I found I took it and with that one there were a few blades with that one, but at that time I had thought that I wouldn’t need the blade for much. But I fell in […]
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