This is exactly how I feel…
One of my friend’s best friends just died. I feel so freaking selfish because all I can think about it my own depression. It has me wrapped up so tight I don’t know how to escape.
Frick. I cut my left side ten times. They were so shallow I don’t even want to count them. It was more like scratching with a razor blade. I’ll probably cut deeper later.
EDIT: 2am Yeah, so my friends knocked on my door right before I was about to go cut again. We played Scrabble and I felt a bit better.
About MyClandestineLife
Formerly: just__one__me of Xanga.
I have/had several physical and emotional struggles, and I have found that just writing them down, regardless of responses from others, helps me sort through what I am feeling. I do not wish to advocate negative behaviors, but simply discuss them and help and/or connect with others who are dealing with similar issues.
Quick background: I am a female who lives in the United States and was born mid 1990. I have struggled with disordered eating, depression, and self-injury on and off for over 16 years. My most recent bulimic relapse began April 23, 2019. Previous to this one is was late August to late December of 2015.
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