January 2012
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Last night i was blogging about skyrim, now i’m trying to kill 6 minutes before a meeting without killing myself. And I hate that i’m blogging to distract myself. And nothing makes sense. But i can’t make them sad, and i don’t want to tell anyone. But i can’t keep talking to myself. but god i don’t know why im doing this. 4 minutes. fuck this. SKYRIM.
December 2011
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October 2011
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Story of My Life: Stasis
I came home, started dating a guy i’d liked for almost a year, had trauma counselling, and pretty much stopped cutting. The occasional cut was due to frustration with unreasonable parents more than anything. I think i cut myself maybe 4 times over those 5 months.
Not to mention loverboy never even knew about the cutting. It was kind of funny actually, I was too focused on him and drinking...
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Story of My Life: Relapse
Part 2.
I was at a concert with my friends and I lost them in the mosh pit, when i went outside to call them a guy put a knife at my throat and started dragging me back into an alley. I’ve always been terrified that something like that would happen, call it my adhd’s “impending sense of doom,” so i was armed. I fought back, broke free and as i was running away the guy...
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Story of My Life
Part 1 of my life i guess. I just wanna chronicle how i became so fucked up.
I’m normally a happy person. Well. No i’m not. I’ve always scratched at things and made them bleed for as long as I can remember. like…grade 4. By grade 8 if i didn’t have something to pick at, I’d make something. They started out as pretty pictures, not cutting mind you, I etched them...
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July 2010
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June 2010
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