A Bloody Release

TRIGGER WARNING. Cutter. Suicidal. Angry. However, if you ever need me, you can email me at willowlives07@gmail.com. I care about you guys. If any of you just need to make it another day, or just need to talk, I'm here. Don't be afraid to talk to me.

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Today is one of those days I just feel like crying.

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I told my boyfriend I’m keeping this blog for you guys. Which is partially true.

I’m also keeping it because cutting is the only time when I feel fully alive. When I have a clear mind, when I feel right. My arms don’t look right unless they have cuts on them. Because I deserve it. Because that’s how I am supposed to be.

I like the way it feels when I wear long sleeves and it irritates the cuts. I like the way a cool desk feels on hot cuts.

I’m fucked up, I know. But it’s the only time when I can control my emotions, usually my anger and sadness. It’s just so much easier.

I’m weak.