I was at walmart the other day, and I was sitting on a bench waiting for my mom to pay, and I was braiding my hair because that’s something I do when I’m bored, and this dude walks by and says, “hey baby, what else can you do with your hands?” I gave him my most polite smile and said in the sweetest way possible, “strangle you.”
And I think I actually scared him because his eyes got kind of wide and he just walked away.
(Source: shesdonejim, via fly-with-me-to-recovery)
→ Self Harm Secrets: My secret/thoughts/venting.
It’s never gonna go away. No matter how many times I “stop” it’s not forever. Nobody is ever gonna fucking fix this head, and it’ll never go away. The pain will always be there. The urge will always be there. The sick love affair I have with hurting myself will always be there. The thoughts…
I ate 4 peices of pizza to drown my sorrows…..
I hate myself. I threw away 6 weeks today. I feel guilt ridden yet I can’t cope otherwise. It’s a viscous cycle, that all leads back to me hating myself.