i am not going to start cutting again.
i am going to tell myself this until i do start cutting, until i just can’t help it anymore, until it’s time to tell myself again that that was the last one, honest.
this is how i deal with things: deny. deny. deny.
keep walking. it doesn’t matter how. it doesn’t matter for how long. it doesn’t matter why, or how long it takes to fall again. it doesn’t even matter if walking is possible, if i should be doing it.
i fall, and i get up.
there is nothing else. there are no apologies. there are no bandages, no balms, no […]