I slipped again…
I just got so upset and I didn’t know what to do! I don’t know if you can really call it slipping… now my arm hurts and I have to go to school and smile like nothing’s bothering me.
i leave you with this quote- because its just so true…. bye.<l3
when they ask-show them this blog.I can understand why we jump. The hurt is so strong it blocks everything out.
I get to try and be normal today, pass off the new marks as scratches from the pets…
I’m already breaking a promise… why not more?
One more week, then out of this hell hole!
So, my heart is covered in the scars that YOU inflicted…and that’s fine…
But the scars I give myself… are really so horrible?
I don’t quite see the difference.
I can’t stop…
I can’t tell because I can’t stop, I don’t WANT to stop…
It gives me a sense of control… After every time, I can take a deep breath and know that I have control of SOMETHING.
I’m sorry, it’s why I always apologize. I know you want me to get better, to stop doing this to myself… but I really don’t want to. It’s.. calming. It’s grounding.
I’m sorry.
