I don’t know how to live the “right” type of life. To me, living hurts. Dying is simple. To die, all you have to do is stop. To live, you have to do everything. Somebody told me that every breath you take is a choice. If that’s the case, I’m going to stop breathing. That’s my choice. To be or not to be? I choose to not. I’m tired of living. I have chosen how I want to go; I just need a place and a time. I’m waiting but we’ll see. I know that nobody should want to die, but I do. That’s what […]
I just posted something earlier on how I stopped cutting three years ago but started again today. Well, I was talking to some friends about it but I didn’t tell them that I started cutting again. You see, my friends and family are the type that judge your every move. If you make a mistake, they won’t forget about it. I’m just tired of living up to their expectations all the damn time. Why can’t they just accept me for who I am? I’m constantly trying to change myself to please them. I was overweight and they didn’t like it so I lost 50 pounds […]
I stopped cutting three years ago; three years ago today. However, I find myself today, picking up a razor and taking a field trip on my arms. I thought I stopped for good but today when I picked up that razor and started cutting again, it felt so good. I hadn’t realized how much I missed it until today. I know my family relationship will be ruined if they find out that I’m at it again and I’m afraid of losing my boyfriend. I know I have to stop but it never felt so good before. I don’t think I can.