(via fromdreamstodust)
Wow. The whole point of this is to not judge people for what they do.
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Take it all out on me. You can hit me, you can yell at me, you can abuse me and call me all the names you want. I’ve beaten my depression, I’ve beaten self-harm, I have a strong support system and therapy to get me through. I’m strong enough to take it. I’m the one you want. I’m the one who caused…
You’re really the brave one, aren’t you?
I’m sorry if I’m butting in, but that’s really the harshest thing any parent can do to a kid, verbally or physically. I hope everything will be okay with you and your family.
(via thespian-inthet4rdis)
Okay, I promised myself I wouldn’t do it again, but I don’t know how it happened. I just thought about what’s been going on with me recently, then the next thing I know I’m gliding a scalpel across my arm and my knee.
I do have four reasons why I think I’ve been doing it:
One of my nights during the past week:
Blue nail polish.
Silver scalpel.
Red gashes.