What’s wrong with me? This time wasn’t like the last time. I did it because I had to. It’s like I just had to do it, like I won’t be able to stop thinking about it unless I cut. Each time the blade pierced my skin was like that compulsion going away, little by little. Like the thought of it slowly disappeared each time.

What’s wrong with me? This time wasn’t like the last time. I did it because I had to. It’s like I just had to do it, like I won’t be able to stop thinking about it unless I cut. Each time the blade pierced my skin was like that compulsion going away, little by little. Like the thought of it slowly disappeared each time.

There's a side of me that not everyone needs to know about. A side of me that I can't discuss on my main Tumblr. A personal side that I can't post there. I'm not always the person people think I am. There's things about me that I'm afraid of being judged for. This is where I can post things that people might not want to see on my main Tumblr. Whether it be SH, personal, or just offensively rude, here, I hope to post and be myself.

Self-hater.
Cutter.
Pro ana/mia.
ADHD.
OCD.
Possibly bipolar.
4'10/11" or so.
154 lbs and hating it.