No, no, no, no, NO!!!
This is NOT happening again. I cannot let it. I cannot let myself slip so far backwards. I'm allowing myself to have messed up eating patterns because I cannot stand how I am right now and slipping back into disordered eating will make me feel more in control. Hey, it's better to hurt in a way that no one can see than to have more gashes all across my body. It's taking every single ounce of my determination to not hurt myself badly. To not OD. To not punish myself. I deserve to be punished. I really, really do.
And yet I sit here. Listening to that same song over and over becoming slightly obssesive over it but hey, it's literally keeping me breathing right now. Ironic, no? I think so.
No.
Stop thinking like that! Stop looking at the bottle of pills. Stop looking at the blade. Just listen to the music and everything will be okay.
But it won't be. It'll never be okay again.
I will never be okay again.
How could I possibly be okay. I am so ****ing screwed up! I can't get better. Other people can but I am not good enough to get better. I am not strong enough. Not anything enough.
I'm sorry that this is so all over the place. It is keeping me from taking more medicine and that can't be a bad thing.
I'm sorry that I am such a waste of time. I don't deserve any help. I rarely help anyone else on here.
. It's getting too hard. Too hard to cope. Too hard to breathe. Too hard to live.
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Eurgg...
This is bad, but oh so good at the same time. I picked a scab and it started to bleed. This tiny insignificant amount of blood has triggered me like crazy. I could cut and cut in a place where no one would notice and I would be golden. NO one would know. No one would see. I could get away with it. Just like I can get away with not eating because I'm pulling away. I'm pulling away from so many, many people to protect them from my head. Yes I get worse when I stop talking but god, it makes me feel so much more in control. It makes me feel real again. So my belly hurts. So I cut. No one cares anyways. Why should I?