I'm Sarah, and well this is my blog that I occasionally vent on... okay that I'm always venting on.. Ask me questions? I do know things. <3
if you ever want to hold a boys hand, just tell them you could beat them arm wrestling. they can’t back down from that challenge
Actually that’s not how it’s gonna go. I guess in a way you’ll feel better after. You’ll feel really numb and sleepy and kinda dizzy but that’s better than the constant pain I guess. and then the numbness will wear off and you’ll go back to feeling like shit and then you’ll look down at your wrist and see what you’ve done and you’re gonna shake and wanna throw up. and then after that it’s all downhill. You’ll be stuck wearing long sleeves in the middle of july. Eventually someone is going to find out and you’re gonna have such a horrible feeling in your stomach. When your mom finds out her baby has been tearing herself apart she’s gonna be miserable. Some nights you’re gonna cut too deep and it won’t stop bleeding no matter what you do and you’ll start to cry because you didn’t really want to die, you just wanted relief but this isn’t relief anymore, it’s fear, it’s your life spilling from your wrists. No more swimming with friends or really any activity that involves having your wrists exposed. Be prepared to have to totally close yourself off. no one can touch you anymore because you’re terrified that somehow they’ll feel the cuts through your sleeve. Eventually you’ll realize how badly it’s fucking you up and you wanna stop but you can’t because it’s an addiction and yeah you can stop but you’ll always want to cut when things get bad. You’ll have to deal with hating yourself after you relapse and disappointing the people who know. And now you’re 25 and you’re so happy and everything is good and you’re better now but you’ve still got these scars up your arm to remind you of the boy who broke your heart and that time your mom kicked you out of the house. Every bad memory will be etched onto your skin and trust me that makes it a lot harder to forget them. Get ready to fuck up your entire life for a few minutes of numbness.
Wow.. But amen
me when i am mildly inconvenienced: thIS IS THE WORST THING THAT'S EVER HAPPENED TO ME
me when i am legitimately hurt/distressed: no no it's fine i've had worse