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Today is my Birthday.

by They Call Me Amy 10/21/2015

written by They Call Me Amy

I don’t celebrate my Bday a lot, it’s just another sad day. I can’t feel 100% happy anymore on this date, all I do is cry a little bit, but there are three thing that are worth celebrating.

I am eating well again, almost two years since I’ve won the battle against anorexia.
6 months without cutting! Yey! Self harm free for half a year, I am so happy because I am not worried anymore about revealing my scars in front of others. Such a huge step.
And 6 months without suicidal thoughts. I didn’t win this battle yet, but I am on the right path of life.

So I […]

10/21/2015 19 comments

the voices

by pain numb 5/18/2013

written by pain numb

Why wont they stop? Im trying to tell myself that everything will be okay..but its not working..i miss him..i miss him so much…our bday is on sunday and he wont be here, why did he have to die? He promised to be with me that i would never be alone again..these voices in my head keep telling me i should be dead too, i tell them to shut up to leave me..but they persist..im just scared..i dont know how to deal with it anymore..

5/18/2013 3 comments

Im fucked…. Someone help?!

by Faking a smile 9/6/2012

written by Faking a smile

Omfg i screwed… Stupid me just made a promise i know i wont b able to keep… I promise my friend whom i call my sister Ember that i wouldn’t cut till my birthday not even on my birthday and i mean its not that far but to me it feels like a eternity my bday is on the 16th this month.. And every year since i was 6 years old i would cut my hip (where the bone is) and i would cut deep enough i would almost need stitches but not deep enough that it would leave a scar.. But i would dip […]

9/6/2012 9 comments

No.

by lostchild445 3/21/2012

written by lostchild445

Just no. I dont even know what to say now. My girlfriend left me. My parents didn’t get me anything fir my bday. No one called. Not one person. So just as I’m about to kill myself, my mom calls me. She bitches at me for 15 mins about failing a class this quarter. I pull the trigger, nothing happens. My dad demilled the gun. There’s no firing pin. So now I’m left sitting here with my wrist gushing blood from my self injury. I don’t even want to try anymore. I want to cut my neck open and die.

3/21/2012 5 comments

So

by tommy 1/16/2012

written by tommy

Moved back in with ex on my bday, she cried said she missed me and the kids.

A week later i was homeless, me moving in was a ploy to get custody of the kids

Then i spent weeks humiliating myself trying to get her to love me?!?! wtf is wrong with me

A poem on here made me cry. The crappy rice made me cry. Knowing it was my last meal i guess.

I loved you.

I love our girls.

The rest of the world, i’m not too fond of.

I went to that 12 week sexual abuse survivor workshop so i could figure out where all the hurt in me […]

1/16/2012 0 comment