this week was by far the worst. my dad went to Darwin for the week for work and my sister and I were fighting non stop but of course every fight was my fault. my mum always blames it on me and gives me punishments but not to my sister! my sister has this way of making it my fault all the time, like even though im stopping her from doing a bad thing I get in trouble. on Wednesday night my mum was driving me to ipsha for our musical and I got angry because we were really late and she wouldn’t drop me off because it […]
I’m bad at being a person, I’m bad at being alive. I’m bad at being worth it, heck, I can’t even survive.
I’m good at being a fuck up, i’m good at being sad, i’m good at having no luck, i’m good at being bad.
there are voices, and they yell, all the choices, and stroies they tell. there are demons, In my soul, and they eat me, they eat me whole. there are tears, streaming down, filling an ocean, i hope I drown. There is blood, spilling out, I really pray that, I’m not found.
I’m bad at giving love, I’m bad at giving hope, i’m bad […]
Is it bad.. that i still fight for control.. after getting stiches twice from cutting “to deep” the first time i hit my tenton, about a year ago.. i couldnt even move my left hand .. i didnt say anything for 3 weeks.. and the cut was still open.. i was in an intesive outpaitent center and finally they convinced me to tell my dad shall the doctor and they kinda i guess glued/burned it shut.. worse exspirence ever. Not stiches but you get the point..
The second time was about a month ago.. with the box of razors my x gave me i sliced at […]
This is me and my x boyfriend. I met him at a party he was the first guy i was truely happy with. I love him so much i was willing to give up everything.. even my virginity. but we never made it that far. When he got a job he started to like another girl. Weeks past and i noticed he was distancing himself from me, one day i asked him ” what time do you get off tonight” and he snapped saying “why do […]
I’m thirteen. I’ve been a cutter since I was eleven. Today, I was going to commit suicide because I was tired of the constant pain and the drama with my family and friends and everything else. Only five people know I cut. My ex  and four of my friends. I told one of them this morning that it may be the last time they talk to me and that if there was anything they wanted me to know, to tell me now. They replied back with a three page text about what their life would be like without me. It got me really thinking. I paid […]