Maybe I’m just sensitive, but whenever my parents notice my scars and say something along the likes of:
‘That’s a fucking joke’,
it feels like they’re making fun of me.
YOU ARE THE REASON
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@tearrstained
Maybe I’m just sensitive, but whenever my parents notice my scars and say something along the likes of:
‘That’s a fucking joke’,
it feels like they’re making fun of me.
I hate people so much. I hate them.
I feel like I find comfort in my mental illness.
I know it’s getting bad again when I start sneaking out during the night more because I want to feel something. I still don’t.
I’m so tired — and yet I don’t sleep. Maybe it’s my own unspoken way of punishing myself.
Them.>>
I hate pressing down so hard to try and make the cut so deep but it turns out the blade is too dull and now I only have stryo cuts from the entire session.
I’m tired of fighting.
I wanted to die yesterday.
I want to die today.
I’ve been wanting to die for months.
Hopefully I’m dead by tomorrow.
I’m so sick of apologizing when I’m not the one who should be sorry.
I’m getting pretty fucking tired.
I’m sorry my fully-healed scars keep on triggering you.
I’m so tired of this life.
I hate being reminded that I’m not that sweet, innocent, little girl I used to be anymore.
Maybe I don’t want to die.
Maybe I just want to kill my emotions.
I hate being shouted at for things I can’t control.
Staying silent knowing I have plans to kill myself.<<<<