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how will this situation or feeling change if i hurt myself? - It won't. what will hurting myself bring to the situation? what will it take away from the situation? - It will bring hideous scars and an angry mother. how do i want to feel about this in the long run? is hurting myself likely to get me ...

I'm proud of myself today because I managed not to fight with my mother, I'm actually in the mood to do what I love (writing), I chose to listen to positive music instead of something depressing, and I've smiled more than I've frowned. It's amazing.

I thought about how ugly the scars looked and that I didn't need any more of them and I thought about how much it would affect my friends and mother.
I managed to stop, but I still have the urge to. I can deal with it, though.

Too bad you knew me. When I wasn't ready. I wasn't ready. Did I say, "Come and get me?" Too bad I held on. When you tried to tell me. This was wrong. This was wrong I am no masterpiece where innocence is painted green. Isn't it strange to think that you created all of me? Done by the hands of a brok...

i am...
numb and exhausted

i am not...
happy

i feel...
scared and worried

i want...
to see my best friend again

i need...
a reassuring hug

i have...
to work on my science assignment, although i forgot my book

i love...
the fact that it's windy outside

i hate...
that it's still february

I admit it- my parents aren't the most observant people out there. I've been cutting since I was 12 years old...I'm fifteen now. I desperately want to stop, but I don't think that counseling is enough. Out of the few friends that know about my predicament, every single one is encouraging me to tell ...

Okay, it's been a really long time since I last slipped up, and I was so proud of myself. I've learned that I can control my feelings about it, but today was totally different. It was like I had absolutely no control over my actions. I TRIED to talk myself out of it, but nothing was working, so I di...

I am outside And I've been waiting for the sun With my wide eyes I've seen worlds that don't belong My mouth is dry with words I cannot verbalize Tell me why we live like this Keep me safe inside Your arms like towers Tower over me Yeah Cause we are broken What must we do to restore Our innocence A...