I sent you an anonymous message earlier about being able to relate to your blog alot right now, I really hope you'll be ok. I understand depression. But I guess not to the extent I assume you're in, I looked at your pictures & posts..I want you to know that although I'm a complete stranger I care about your well being and I want you to feel free to talk to me whenever need be. I'm positive that if you committed suicide many people would die inside right along with you. Be well. Xx
I’m pretty sure right now I’m in complete and utter hell.
I don't know about you, but cutting is such a... I don't know how to explain it. Like I feel both strong and weak. I feel weak because I feel like I've broken under pressure, but I feel strong because I know most people don't have the strength to pick up a blade and a drag it across their skin.
The thing about the power though is how dangerous it is. I tend to taunt myself, saying I couldn’t do it harder, couldn’t do it again. I seem to challenge myself to hurt myself more. It’s quite dangerous, it’s how I ended up overdosing.. I’m so afraid I’ll do it again and won’t come back next time.
I know you don't want too.. But if you do, I'll do my best to help you through every little bit of this. I'll try to make the big things seem smaller so that you actually want to keep going. Please hold on x
No one can make the big things go away. Even if I rationalize them during the day they always come back to haunt me at night..
Thank you. It's weird, I care more about people I have never met, never seen, only talked to on a social networking site than I do for people I have known for years
Same here, I feel the wall goes down easier when I talk to people I don’t know. When people approach me to talk to specifically talk to me outside of stupid social situations like a class project I feel more inclined to like them. No one in real life has ever made that effort for me. No one.