When I tell people I’m getting better, they think my urges went away. They think I realized cutting up my body was a horrible thing to do and that it was just a phase. They are so far from the truth. I still think about it, all day long. My body aches for the relief. Yes, I do realize cutting is wrong but I completely understand why I did it and I relate to others who do. Recovery means that I’m better at distracting myself. I am finding other methods to relieve the pain, even if it isn’t as satisfiying. It means I am over coming my addiction. That for once I am trying to take control. Not that it is out of my life.
(Source: redheadedbeautifulandscarred, via innocent-little-cutterrr)
person: *doesn't reply*
me: they hate me
me: i hate me
me: everyone hates me
birds have contributed nothing to society
speak for yourself, mah boi
whenever my mom criticizes me i yell “it’s probably genetic” and run out of the room as fast as i can
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