Anyone out there who could tell me how to hide cuts when wearing a swimsuit/top?
I cut myself mostly just on the shoulder to prevent that people see it because then I can wear at least most T-Shirts without any problem… But now I realized that it is WAY more problematic to hide them if I need to wear a swimsuit or whatsoever. On my wrists I can cover the cuts with bracelets and stuff like this, but how can I hide them on the shoulder? Without being noticeable? My family mustn’t see what I did, so does anyone has an advice for me?
This is challenging for me. But my sister wanted me to come. And it is her bday. So I’m here. Happy bday sister!
I consider myself to be an Empath. You might be one too. It’s been extremely difficult to live and function in a society where people don’t really have empathy so it’s hard for them to really feel what somebody else is going through. And that’s why so many people are ruthless and cutthroat, you know. Being and Empath is like having a finely tuned ‘Bullshit’ Lie-Detector. It’s really strange to have the ability to really feel what other people are feeling because I don’t know how to handle and cope with it. Now, staying away from strangers is easy enough; I just don’t go outside […]
Why do people always tell you to just be happy? My ex always used to tell me that if I act happy I’ll eventually be happy.
Thats such bullshit though. I hate it. If you go through your whole life just faking a smile, how are people supposed to know the real you? Oh right, no one really cares about the real you. Do you believe that there are genuinely people out there that not only just accept your flaws but actually love them?
I guess I’m here because I’ve lost hope in the world. We’re in an oligarchy controlled by those who have the money and/or power to control not only the US, but the rest of the world. The money buys politicians who drill obedience into unstoppable armies. Even if the electorate stopped being complacent, there’s nothing to be done.
I just feel powerless.
I don’t want to see it continue any further.
Can anyone convince me that it’ll get better? If not, why bother drifting through a meaningless life?
I guess the thing that keeps me from doing it is not wanting to hurt family and friends, and my obligation […]
She Is….
Stumbling through the corridors,
Banging on the walls,
Everything’s so big
‘Why am I so small?’
Curled in the corners,
Rolling ‘cross the floor
‘Where are the lights?’
Learning to crawl.
She’s rocking on the landing,
Dancing not to bore,
Smiling at the ceiling,
Hiding behind the door.
Fighting in the darkness,
Drowning in the scorn,
Laughing at the lampshades,
Dying as she’s born.
Lurking in the cupboard,
Screaming in the hall,
Listening to the echos,
Company for us all.
Choking in the silence,
Shadows on the wall,
Spitting at the owners,
Smiling at their calls.
Signs of the weary mind
Wearing a facade of happiness in passing time
Death gropes to find you in the darkness
But to no avail
Youth is still upon you
Hiding you in a veil,
From yourself and others
Lovers and brothers
Wishing for death to find you.
