Blue eyes. pale skin. Body of scars. sometimes blond hair. Heart patient. Manic Depressive. Struggling with life one day at a time.. This is my journey, pleasant or not here I am.
Apr 25, 2010
There's a book on my bookcase filled with knives, box cutters and razors just waiting in silence for the day they hear my skin scream. And I took it down today. I haven't decided if I am going to use them or not. It has been 238 days since the last te I cut and I honestly have been doing well with the urges. But this week hasn't even began and I'm already stressed about that will happen. I don't know how to handle myself, I am so filled with stress and hate I can't seem to get rid of these feelings. The only way i have ever been able to deal with emotions like his was to cut. So now the question is do I open the book?
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