Day 12: Where do you keep your ‘tools’?
I keep them in a box. I’m not gonna say what kind of box but a box. There are four razors. One I’ve kept for over a year, I took it with another from my dad’s tool shed. My mom took one after she found it in my jeans while doing laundry. Yeah I know I’m a stupid fuck. Another one I got out of a pack of about 10. The pack came with the photography kit at Ai and unfortunately I have no fucking clue what happened to the rest of them. -.- I suspect a friend stole them to keep me from cutting but that shit doesn’t work so stop making me waste money I don’t have assholes. The last two I took once again from my dads shed. They’re the two out of the bunch that I haven’t actually used cause I took them only a month or two ago. :/ I was going to cut when I took them but it took me too long to find them and by the time I had them I had calmed myself down.
Anyway…the tool I use to burn myself is stuck into one of my favorite stuffed animals on my bed. Isn’t that just wrong?
Okay when I first heard this story I LOLD at the people who were like ZOMIBES AUGHGAHGHAIGHEFNAOIF!!!
But I just read that it’s an actual virus and there’s no cure and I’m like….
Today I die. SOON.
Anonymously ask me something you want to know about self injury or my story.
Saw this, decided to give it a go so…
..ask whatever you like, however many questions you may have, I don’t mind.
Day 11: Strangest place (school, park, etc) you’ve ever injured yourself?
Strange? I think this question needs a better word. For me the ‘strangest’ place or rather the one that made me feel the most guilty was when I cut in Jimmy’s bathroom with a pair of scissors. Other than that most everything I’ve ever done to myself has been in my room, my bathroom when things began to get too bloody to handle in my room, and also at school.
Day 10: How do you feel about your scars?
I hate them. I love them. Every time I look at them I’m reminded of the shit that the people in this world have put me through, most of them were because of my parents. Some of them are even because of the people that were closest to me. The memories are what hurts the most…not the welts and indents of my skin. Sometimes they hurt and they itch terribly and even scratching at them hurts. Hell even just pinching the inside of my arm can be extremely painful..but its mostly the memories embedded forever in my skin that hurts the most.
Even though all of the above is true and how I feel…I also am reminded by them how far I’ve come and how many times I’ve come close to giving in to suicide but I stayed strong…or somewhat strong. I know that self harm shouldn’t be considered a positive but if it came down to it…in situations like mine…compared to death…to killing oneself…wouldn’t any sane person agree that fighting, wounding to live rather than jumping right to the matter of dying? Letting go forever? Permanently? Wouldn’t you agree that what I do to myself is better than me just being gone?
I’m not trying to guilt anyone into agreeing with me, or force you into opinions you don’t want to have…I’m just saying all this to get you to try and understand what my mind has trained itself to believe for so long.
deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan:
…Adventure Time? Oh, hellz yeah!!
merlin omfg why
Burn Notice
I’m a super spy okay AWESOME
Sherlock
moderately okay with this as long as my best friend doesn’t fucking jump off a hospital k thanks
BRIDEZILLAS
Legend of Korra…
I’M THE AVATAR AND YOU GOTTA DEAL WITH IT.
CHUCK
I AM THE INTERSECT FUCK YEAH
Sherlock.
Being intelligent and having a badass longcoat would be awesome. But at the same time, most people don’t like me or understand me.
But I could play the violin and have a nice flat.
I’d just play the violin all day and hang out with John.
I think it’d be quite the experience.
The River.
Fuck.
I’m doomed.
*grabs an axe*
Whelp, time to go torture and murder some people! OH, ALL MY DREAMS ARE COMING TRUE!
Lie to Me bitches and tell me its the truth.
BITCHES.
