oh non-believer, please believe me.
is there honestly nothing in this world
that keeps you living & breathing?
you're a ghost in your own
goddamn city.
I like this thread :) Because once you find out why you want to cut, you can do something healthy that will actually help to soothe you (unlike self harm, which rarely helps the feelings in the longterm).
I NEED to figure out what's making me feel like this.
I NEED to solve it.
I NEED to keep myself occupied.
I NEED to come back to this thread every time I feel bad :)
Fab idea x
i need support from those who i trust and those who know me inside out
i need to unload all that is on my shoulders
i need a friend who actually understands
now you're standing me on top of the world
all me dreams come true
now you're making me feel alive
my dreams now lie with you
xxx tinks xxx
third star to the right and straight on till morning
Ok, so I really want to cut, and I have no idea why! I had a good night, I got a lot done, and I'm feeling pretty good about myself, so why the f--- do I still want to cut?
I need to stop my head being a whirlwind.
I need energy.
I need warmth.
I need to feel better.
I need to be able to keep everything hidden.
I need to act normal.
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future
that year by year recedes before us.
It eluded us then, but that's no matter - tomorrow we
will run faster, stretch out our arms further...
And one fine morning - So we beat on, boats against the current,
borne back ceaselessly into the past.
I need to feel loved, I need to be hugged and I need to be told I'm beautiful, but I don't think I'm worth it and I want to hurt myself so I don't feel that need.
A hand above the water / An angel reaching for the sky
Is it raining in heaven - Do you want us to cry?
Right now I need a moments escape from being the calm and in control adult I'm acting for my Mum. I need to admit to myself that I'm not really ok with today and I want looking after too.
I need some way to let out everything I'm feeling.
I need the pain from cutting rather than the pain inside.
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future
that year by year recedes before us.
It eluded us then, but that's no matter - tomorrow we
will run faster, stretch out our arms further...
And one fine morning - So we beat on, boats against the current,
borne back ceaselessly into the past.
