You don't have to read my blog. I could care less either way, but if you do, don't judge me. I am trying to be real in a world where being fake is too common. I won't judge you if you promise not to judge me.
Monday, April 29, 2013
Daily reminder.
It's hard. Having your past permanently etched on your skin. It never goes away, I'm stuck with all the scars I have ever given myself. I'm stuck with the reminder of how many times I have messed up in my life and it's right there on my arms and legs. That's what I have to live with for the rest of my life. And it sucks. And it hurts. But the sad thing, is I'd do it again. I'd do it all over again tomorrow...
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Comedian.
I will never find it funny to joke about self harm. Every time someone says something about it, it hurts my feelings. I know that some people don't consider it an addiction and don't understand what those who self harm go through. But it is one of my biggest trials. Just because my arm is clean right now doesn't mean that ten minutes from now it will remain clean. Would any of you ever walk up to a heroin addict and say, "well, I'm going to go shoot up some heroin." No, you wouldn't. So why the hell is it funny to say, "I'm just going to go slit my wrists". Let me tell you, it's not. It's offensive, rude, disrespectful, hurtful, and it's a trigger.
Rant ended. I'm heading to bed. Night.
Rant ended. I'm heading to bed. Night.
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