Anonymous asked: I self harm because as those drops of crimson drip down my leg, somehow, all the fear, anxiety, and ager drips out with it. For those brief moments as I can feel the sting of the blade I am oddly at peace. My mother's words no longer matter and niether does the way I see myself. It is just me and the fleshy bleeding wound before me in a soet of intimacy I've never been qble to achieve by talking out my problems. It just feels right.
i’m sorry that that is your only outlet of you emotions.. i hope things get better because you really deserve it
