capillaries.
dear kids on tumblr,
never read over ANY old text posts you made about your personal life if you aren’t prepared to see how idiotic you actually sound.
love, a dumb blogger with even stupider opinions
hhhahahah
well according to my parents i’m a giant wall of negativity and resistance and i can’t let anyone around me be happy because i make having fun tough for everyone who spends time with me??? also they’re always pissed at me because i don’t take compliments well and so they assume i’m blind to any comments made about me and i can’t see logic in things?? they think i don’t listen to anyone, i can’t prioritize, and i’m really irresponsible too.
in their own words, i’m “living in my own little world all the time” and i “have a lot of social problems” and my opinions on things are “stupid and unreasonable.”
i mean i guess all that’s true but i try to do so much for them and i try to be so happy around them and, i don’t know. i thought i could hold it together around them. hahaha, shit man, i always thought all the above and more about myself before, but hearing it from others — especially ones i spend a lot of time around — really drives the message home.
it kind of sucks, but at least i heard the truth from someone.
whatever.
walkdownthestreetlikeafckingstar:
Immediate reblog. No hesitation.theamericanboybackinthestates:
Self Harm is not always obvious. March 1st is self harm awareness day.
Well this is powerful and I’m totally gonna put it in my Self Injury awareness day planning project.
Dear Tumblr staff, instead of banning the people trying to help others struggling with self harm,why not track the anons who continuously encourage them to kill themselves? we’re here to help not to promote
best idea ever. reblog this everyone! unless your one of the anons.. hah
Although I do believe that in many cases, the self-harm blogs perpetuate depression and other problems, I don’t think they should be removed or limited.
THIS.
Every person that reblogs this post by midnight tonight (2/21/12) will get a nice message in their ask, no matter how many notes it gets.
that’s a tough promise. let’s see if this works! good luck to the source c:
i’m leaving for a birthday celebration for my friend tomorrow. i’ll be gone the entire weekend, up in the hills, with no privacy. this evening is possibly the only opportunity i’ll have to cut until monday.
oh, i want to do it. i want it so much. i’ve been running my fingers up and down my scars all day, feeling the raised ones and the choppy, dry skin where i picked at old scabs. it hurts how much i want to break them open. it’s all i’ve been able to think about. fuck, i haven’t been myself all day.
but i can’t. i can’t, i can’t, i can’t. i made a promise to someone i love. i drew her a butterfly. i will not do this. i can’t. i can’t. i won’t hurt her.
she’s leaving this weekend, too, to go up to her other friend’s house. i don’t know if she’ll think about me when she’s up there. it’s better if she doesn’t. she deserves to have a fucking amazing time.
i’ll be thinking about her, though, and my commitment. the commitment i swore i won’t break.
it’s only been two days, and even though the itch is so powerful now, it’s going to get worse. i know it. i want to bring my blades on my trip.
but i can’t.
i won’t.
my affection for her is stronger than this desire. i can beat this.
…but fuck, i’ve never had a panic attack from not being able to cut before.
i’m starting to get nervous.
