I'm not sure how it's possible...
But I feel really suicidal.
My legs look like a war zone, and I can't stop self harming.
I can't stop eating, and though to most people I'm not eating a lot, it feels like it to me.
The only other time I've felt this suicidal was when I OD'd.
I really want to just fucking die.
I'm always suicidal. Like it's always at the back of my mind, and it's always in my thoughts. But in a somewhat passive way.
Not anymore.
It's here, it's overwhelming, and I don't know what to fight for anymore.
I am me.
I am not perfect.
I try to do the best that I can, set goals that I can reach, and do anything to achieve them.
But I've gotten a little lost along the way, and now here I am, struggling with Anorexia, Depression, and Self Harm.
My blog isn't supposed to be a happy place. Or an advice giving place. It's just a place that I can write out all my thoughts, everything I feel, without being judged!
Maybe you'll find solace in my struggles, someone to understand. Maybe you'll find interest in watching my journey through my life, or maybe you'll even take one look at this, and turn away. Every reaction is a lesson, and I am here to learn.
This blog is access into my most private thoughts.
With that being said, enjoy!
With that being said, enjoy!
Please please email me okay?
ReplyDeleteaSinforEve10@gmail.com
You are worth it sweetie.
I emailed you, Eve.
DeleteBook it must have went to junk because I've looked! Ahhh hun gah I'm sorry!
DeleteI resent it.
DeleteHoping this is sarcasm lol. I sent you one!
DeleteYou can e-mail me too, write it out two times is better than one bubbleraindrops@gmail.com or then google you local suicide line, there's phone numbers you can call when you feel like that.
ReplyDeleteHang in there ok, you're worth of much more than this.
<3
Thanks, but no thanks. I don't want to talk to someone.
DeleteFight for the future.
ReplyDeleteYou have the presence of mind to write down what you're feeling and you know that it's bad, which is good- it means you're not letting the thoughts overwhelm your reasoning.
You're stronger than you think. I have faith that you can get through this.
I might write, but I have no reasoning. I no longer care. I have nothing to fight for anymore, and no will to fight with. I've given up. If that makes me a coward, so be it.
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