#possible trigger?

[itsallabouttenille]

ooc:

I just need to put this out there..

I hate posting this because I feel like it makes me an outcast in a way but some of this sex talk and inferences makes me uncomfortable. I’m a really shy and honestly have like zero experience with sex so it’s this gray area for me because I don’t really feel comfortable contributing because I have no experience with it and when I try to contribute I feel silly and weird because I don’t even know what i’m talking about. I feel like it excludes me from things as well because of the lack of experience and it sucks. I don’t say this to make anyone feel bad or to tell anyone what they can and can’t post. I just wanted to put my thoughts out there so it may be better to understand why I don’t contribute to those things.

[camefromnothing]

{ love dissociating for nearly 20 minutes and then having really bad SI urges... fucking hell.. }

[thebrokengirlsetfree-blog]

Ha.

Is it bad that I feel bad for not cutting as deep as I have before? There's the urge to. Always. So it gets worse before getting better. It's stupid and makes no sense. I'm not afraid to go too deep. I'm not afraid of pain. I'm not afraid to die anymore.

[bubonemetlupus]

I feel like I enjoy very few things anymore. I very rarely listen to music outside of my car. I can't really dance anymore without thinking of a million things. I can't hoop. I can't relax enough for a bath. I haven't drawn in ages. I just feel ugh.

[captainpissoffkenway]

"Damn my bug bite is itchy" "Just scratch it then" *war flashbacks to scratching holes into skin from eczema because the itch wouldn't stop* "Haha yeah"

[opheliacrainbow]

Soooo. I'm coughing up blood, so my mom is taking me to the clinic today. My body also feels like complete shit, and.... There's a possibility that I might be pregnant? But I doubt that, because my right ovary feels like it's being stabbed and torn out.... So yeah. Woo hoo for dying.

[little-miss-hikikxmori-blog]

@fxllen-urushihara 

Lucinda trembled as she stared up at the dark figure with her hands bound above her head. She didn’t know what the hell to think, let alone who the guy was. All she did know was she was in horrible danger. 

She was trapped in what appeared to be some kind of basement. How long had she been there? Days? Weeks? Her throat was dry from thirst, and she lost a little weight from not eating. Cuts and bruises covered her body, and her clothes were torn up and dirty. 

He was done with her for the day, it seemed, as he gave one brutal kick to her gut and walked out the door, slamming it shut. But she didn’t hear a lock this time. 

She tugged at her restraints, trying to free herself, but it was no use. She looked up towards a small window, which she knew the latch was broken, and tried to scream for help through the cloth gagging her mouth. 

Tears fell down her face. She was alone.

[bubonemetlupus]

brain: isolate yourself

me: why?

brain: you gotta

anixiety: also, if you tell anyone what's going on you're manipulating them to care.

me: damn, you're right