an old friend asked me why i was “still with it” when he saw my scars and i joked that i didn’t drink enough.
i’m sick of long sleeves.
i’m sick of scabs.
does anyone here know a good substitute?
i’ve ripped paper and thrown ice cubes, gone for walks and runs and paced and called friends, nothing i’ve tried calms me down like a box cutter.
i’m a terribly, terribly obsessive person, and i’ve got an image stuck in my head and i haven’t been able to shake it for weeks.
SOS
every time i close my eyes, i see my wrist gashed open.
i’m so sick of cutting and so unable […]