I seem to always remember this blog when I'm at my lowest. I'm now 20. Soon 21. And I've miscarried 2 babies. Seems like my body isn't made for children. Seems like my body isn't made for anything but scaring. It's been 3 years since I've hurt myself so badly I needed to go to the hospital. I miss seeing my blood. Feels like scaring my own body was the only good thing I did. I'm just at the brink and being able to drink till I'm on the edge of consciousness doesn't help. I just want to give up. Just fully stop functioning. Just. I need a purpose.











