Tesserax
April 10th, 2015, 10:43 AM
I don't know if the trigger warning is appropriate, because I'm new to this, but I put it just in case
I'm so sorry everybody. To everybody that shared their kind words to my last post, I read it all and I tried to take it in, but I couldn't control myself. I had to just see if it would feel good, and it did. Something just compelled me, perhaps the darkness that has been festering inside.
I cut myself last night. Twice. Both about an inch long, but the first one was more experimental, to see how it would feel, so I slowly started sawing into my left arm, and when I started to feel the pain, it felt good to an extent. So I kept sawing, and I sawed until I couldn't bear it anymore. It's the thickest and deepest cut I've made, and though probably not as bad as other people, it's pretty bad. The second cut was after, just so I could feel good again, and it wasn't so bad but I still cut, just a clean slice this time, pressing and slowly gliding my swiss army knife across my arm.
Worst of all, the cuts are obvious, and I love the scratch them from time to time. It gives me a little pain, which I enjoy. Even the act of rubbing them gives a small but pleasurable sting.
Sorry, I feel like I've let you down, and my brain is just melting, I'm losing control it feels like. It's just loneliness. I feel alone, and to top it off the pressure of homework that I didn't do over the holidays has built up. Typical me. At least I'll get to see friends tomorrow, but well, technically today because I'm typing this at 1 in the morning.
I just want to die on the inside. Maybe I'll stop feeling like this then. But knowing myself, all of you are going to comment on this later, and then when I'm a little better I'm going to read everything, and brush it off like it was nothing. I'll just say "Oh yeah, I was just going through a rough patch and I'm better now". But that's not true, you're never better until it's completely gone. I know I'm going to brush over your comments in a day or two, and it tears me up inside to think about it
Forgive me everybody, for I feel like nothing can help anything
I'm so sorry everybody. To everybody that shared their kind words to my last post, I read it all and I tried to take it in, but I couldn't control myself. I had to just see if it would feel good, and it did. Something just compelled me, perhaps the darkness that has been festering inside.
I cut myself last night. Twice. Both about an inch long, but the first one was more experimental, to see how it would feel, so I slowly started sawing into my left arm, and when I started to feel the pain, it felt good to an extent. So I kept sawing, and I sawed until I couldn't bear it anymore. It's the thickest and deepest cut I've made, and though probably not as bad as other people, it's pretty bad. The second cut was after, just so I could feel good again, and it wasn't so bad but I still cut, just a clean slice this time, pressing and slowly gliding my swiss army knife across my arm.
Worst of all, the cuts are obvious, and I love the scratch them from time to time. It gives me a little pain, which I enjoy. Even the act of rubbing them gives a small but pleasurable sting.
Sorry, I feel like I've let you down, and my brain is just melting, I'm losing control it feels like. It's just loneliness. I feel alone, and to top it off the pressure of homework that I didn't do over the holidays has built up. Typical me. At least I'll get to see friends tomorrow, but well, technically today because I'm typing this at 1 in the morning.
I just want to die on the inside. Maybe I'll stop feeling like this then. But knowing myself, all of you are going to comment on this later, and then when I'm a little better I'm going to read everything, and brush it off like it was nothing. I'll just say "Oh yeah, I was just going through a rough patch and I'm better now". But that's not true, you're never better until it's completely gone. I know I'm going to brush over your comments in a day or two, and it tears me up inside to think about it
Forgive me everybody, for I feel like nothing can help anything