I want my emotions to slip away. I want to see my skin break, see the blood pour onto my pale, tattered skin. I want to trade the emotional pain for the physical. I want to be in control of my pain. I want to feel whole again. I don’t want to rely on anyone else for my happiness. I don’t want people to think I’m weak. I don’t want anyone to look at me and think lower of me because I have this addiction. An addiction I’ve been fighting for nearly four years. An addiction that haunts me almost every day of my life, especially during times like these. An addiction that is slowly being replaced by another addiction. But which is worse - self-injury or alcohol? Neither are healthy. Both will lead me down destructive, dark paths, that will almost inevitably intertwine. I just don’t know what else I’m supposed to do. My support system is crumbling around me and I barely believe in myself anymore.
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thefloralprincess said:
Baby, dont ever hesitate to call me. I love you. Don’t give up.
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