i know, i know.
i barely post on this blog anymore. sometimes i have things i want to talk about, but not too often. some days are worse than others, but i just never seem to talk about anything anymore.
never showed you guys the first of my thigh pieces. not finished yet! but so much love <3
look, guys! i got my first thigh piece done a couple of weeks ago :)
sometimes i feel like people ask for your help but they don’t actually want it. they just want to see whether you’ll bother trying to help them over and over. it’s like a game, a test.
but my loyalty isn’t a game.
i feel so unimpressed with life and everyone around me right now. there’s some people i want to shake and tell them to snap out of it, and then there’s some people who just won’t step up and be there like i need them to be… and it hurts, you know?
it hurts to watch others make mistakes when i know i could tell them what i think, but is it my place? aren’t we supposed to learn from our mistakes on our own? or as someone who cares are you supposed to express your concern?
and i feel that no matter how much i say that i need this or i need that in my life, someone won’t be that person for me, and it’s breaking me apart. it hurts.
Hey lovely :)
Thank for for following me again! It means the world. I’ve followed back so I can’t wait to keep in touch with you
i haven’t self-harmed in a really, really long time now. but i have been wanting to go back to it for a while now too. i just miss it and how it made me feel. even though it’s such a negative thing, i can only remember positives about it. it made me feel good about myself. i don’t know why, but it did.
and i miss it. just certain things about it. like, i miss knowing that they were hidden under my clothes and no one else knew they were there. and i miss when i would bleed through my pants the next day, and even if it was embarrassing, trying to hide it and everything was kind of exciting. i miss the pain that comes after you have done it. you know, i’d limp because i would be in so much pain. it’s those little things about self-harm that i really miss, and i kind of wish i never stopped.