This is me..
Now (Oct 1st): 140 lbs.
Things get better but sometimes it feels like they was for the worst majority if the time. Cool.
It’s like, I could finally match what I feel on the outside with what I feel in the inside & I feel like I deserve every cut I make. Sometimes when my life feels way too crazy & I can’t handle it, I can cut, that’s the only thing I can control at the time. It’s not that I love to do it, it’s that I’m addicted at this point.
“it was 39 days since the trip to the hospital & now it’s gone. i felt alive again when i saw my own blood, it’s a feeling that i can never get another way.. i just know i’m losing myself over & over again, but i feel like no one cares until they see my scars or see how bad i am.”