So last night I went to the movies with my friends. We went to see Perks of Being a Wallflower. (if you haven’t seen it and are planning too, I suggest you don’t read this).
My one friend, Lucy likes this reeeaaalllyyy douchey guy who has a girlfriend for fucks sake. So, without my knowing, she invited him and this other guy Dillon to come too. I was fine, I planned to ignore him and sit with my other two friends.
Right away I knew it was gonna suck. He texted his girlfriend the whole movie while flirting with Lucy.
Then about 3/4 of the […]
One of the worst things about being a cutter is the aftermath. First, you have to clean up your mess and make sure you don’t stain anything or questions will be asked. Then you probably tend to your wounds to make sure they dont get infected because then you could die and not the way you want to. Then you have to maintain the hiding, what about when I change in the locker room? Or go to get blood taken? What about when it’s summer and people grow suspicious if I wear covering clothes all the time? You have to plan around these things and […]
You told me you were a cutter too. You told me you’ve felt the darkness. You told me a lot of things.
But you lied. I saw your body yesterday. There were no gags in your flesh, no signs that you’ve been there and back. And I stood before you and exposed myself, every gaping wound that streaked my arms and legs. I bet you aren’t really depressed. You’re the definition of attention whore.
I thought I found someone who knew who I was. But now you’re an entirely different person. And now you’re dead to me.
Just like I am.
But jokes on you. […]
Let’s see. 4 years. 4 years ago was the first time I took a blade to my own wrist. And now here I am, barely a teenager and I want to die for the millionth time. Whenever something bad happens I automatically think; “let’s save that for later, you can rid the tainted blood with one trip to your special drawer”. But sometimes, sometimes it isn’t enough. Sometimes I just have a thousand thoughts running through my head, all of the bad things that have happened and keep happening. Hey, your antidepressants make you cold all the fucking time. Your dad is never here and […]