2016 // my take on self-harming

11/13/16

most would disagree, but to hell with what others say, right?

this is clearly my blog- my thoughts.

i don't usually speak up because i'm afraid of getting judged, rejected, or mocked.
besides, who cares about what i say anyway?
i'm a moron- that's all i am.
but let me be opinionated just for once, please?

so here's my take on self-harming:

it's okay.

it's okay- as long as you don't go overboard.
bleed a little;
or at least until you feel a sense of satisfactory run through your veins

or perhaps, the satisfaction you feel when as see your thick, crimson liquid, like drops of water from a faulty faucet, trickle down from the cut you just made.

whatever it is, people appreciate differently

i might be going insane
but i've gone through things that made me question my life a few times too much

cutting is----

i can't explain it

when i slit my skin slightly, i feel a sense of wind gush through my body
i feel like a match has been lit under my pathetic, ugly, skin

i feel alive

and i'm addicted to this feeling

i promised some friends i would stop
but i can't