I do not promote self-harm, suicide, eating disorders, or anything like that. This is simply my way of venting, like a diary. 2 weeks cut free.
I’ve made it two weeks without cutting. I have to keep going, I just have to. But it’s so tempting, I have a razor hiding away behind my phone cover. I miss it, and I hate that. All it takes is one pretty girl to set me downwards again because I’ll never be pretty. All I am is fatfatfatfatfatfat. God damn it. How am I even going to last the night?
Anonymous asked: Does this sound real to you. I went into the medicine cupboard and pulled out a load of different tablets, paracetamol, ibuprofen and others I didn't know the name of or what they where for. I started taking them one by one I felt sick but pushed through it when I started to feel faint I decided I didnt want my parents to find me this way I started to walk out the house everything going blurry and then I fell to the ground in the park. woke up in hospital and couldn't remember my own name
Yes, it does. I hope you haven’t actually taken any pills and you’re just doing a piece of writing or something and that you’re okay, stay safe <3
