Painted_Indian_Horse
August 26th, 2010, 07:57 PM
why else would I be posting here? I fell back into the old habit. again. I haven't cut since the end of the last school year, a good three months ago. I was clean all summer. my scars were going away--a little.
But I just started school back and the first week was hell. I'm a junior, and at my school it's the hardest year. i mean lots and lots of work. and I think I have ADD; i've never done well in school because I can't focus. I'm plenty smart... but that's not what I came here to talk about.
Sitting in class being crammed with someone else's ideas has made me feel so... numb. I can't explain it. it's probably just my medication's side-effects. which there are plenty of. I take Pristiq for depression, sulfameth for my skin, and trazadone as needed for insomnia.
And all I can think of when I stare at the razor in the shower is how it felt. it was so nice, to be able to concentrate on something besides all the work hanging over my head, or my family, or my ex. and I also feel good because I'm punishing myself. but then again, it's not really a punishment cause I like it so much.
I crave the pain it causes, I love seeing the blood run down my skin. I enjoy the aching that lasts for days and the scars that last for years.
I'm a mess. :(
But I just started school back and the first week was hell. I'm a junior, and at my school it's the hardest year. i mean lots and lots of work. and I think I have ADD; i've never done well in school because I can't focus. I'm plenty smart... but that's not what I came here to talk about.
Sitting in class being crammed with someone else's ideas has made me feel so... numb. I can't explain it. it's probably just my medication's side-effects. which there are plenty of. I take Pristiq for depression, sulfameth for my skin, and trazadone as needed for insomnia.
And all I can think of when I stare at the razor in the shower is how it felt. it was so nice, to be able to concentrate on something besides all the work hanging over my head, or my family, or my ex. and I also feel good because I'm punishing myself. but then again, it's not really a punishment cause I like it so much.
I crave the pain it causes, I love seeing the blood run down my skin. I enjoy the aching that lasts for days and the scars that last for years.
I'm a mess. :(