I am responsible for how I treat my body. I can choose NOT to self-injure. Then are other ways to feel safe.
Have you ever felt the need to slit your wrists, to let all the feelings of guilt and depression out and then sew yourself up just to feel happy again?
I just want to be free.
I’m just trying to keep it together.
Sometimes, I look for scars on peoples wrists. Maybe we could be alike.
Don’t think. Don’t fucking think, because when you think you realise how fucked up everything really is. You realise you don’t know how you got where you are, you don’t know where […]