goo for you

i post pictures of cuts sometimes please be careful

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hey cybersmith i can’t see your comment and i can’t message you because i blocked you but unfollow this blog. you and i are no longer friends. i thought you would be blocked on all my blogs. that’s my mistake. i don’t know how to block you from this so please unfollow

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why am i like this? why do i drag people into my shit? why do i always get attached to people and then i regret it because i fucking hurt them when will i fucking LEARN 

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i’ve found that if i frame myself wanting to die in the context of a kink it makes people a lot less concerned and i can talk about it freely which is nice

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i feel so fucking awful i miss logan so much. i’m so lonely. i need infinite attention

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am i cutting cause that guy called me a whore or because i’ve been wanting to anyway and looking for an excuse.... hmm

i can’t believe i have to say this but cyby if you reblog this i will fucking kill you

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AHHHHH!!! AHHHH!! am i depressed or did i fall in love with someone who will never love me back and am starting to realize it?

hahahahhahqhahhahahahhaa please murder me

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logan is jealous of the guys i talk

to online and the guys i talk to online are jealous of each other and logan. can i die

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why do i get so attached to people L O L

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looking at my scars makes me wanna cut so bad. i got a new blade the other day but now logan is moving in with me for a month so i don’t think i’ll be able to use it

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i shaved my legs for the first time in months and it feels really nice but my scars are so visible now /: but before there were big patches in my leg hair where the scars were so /: can’t win

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hey! remember when my best friend wrote a poem about how much she hated me? no? well here it is

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i love hurting myself while high,, i bet cutting would be sooooooo gooodd right now. fucucuxuk

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me in bed planning my outfit for tomorrow that will cover up all my new cuts but still be cute and weather appropriate

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so i couldn’t find the long sleeve shirt i wanted to wear so i got a hoodie from the store in the student center so i can wear it every day and it’s just starting to get chilly so it works

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me in bed planning my outfit for tomorrow that will cover up all my new cuts but still be cute and weather appropriate

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so for some reason shaving off all my hair wasn’t the clue that i’m manic it took me spending 20 minutes trying to break free a tiny razor encased in plastic and giving my self a ton of tiny cuts to figure it out

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i’m getting worse and worse and worse as i age and i just wanna stop or die or both or whatever

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i’m trying to figure out who i can tell that i want to kill myself who’s not gonna freak out.