I need him more than ever right now. I never thought it could happen here. He asked me if I liked it. I said yes. He was doing a great job. I wanted to help but I didn’t know how to ask or if I was comfortable helping. He asked me my name and my age and repeated it to himself a couple of times. I picked up all the little things that separate the tiles. He asked me what happened to my leg. I did the motion of me hitting myself. He gave me a face of ow. Idk which happened first. I think he came up to me and grabbed my hand. I’m wearing my dads shirt so it covers my hands. He kissed my hand on the outside of my shirt. Then he pushed it up to kiss my hand. He measured himself to me for height. His face touched mine. I looked down. He tried to pull me in for a hug and I said no no no. And he backed off. I didn’t feel safe at all. I saw Ashley outside and went to her. And I told her what happened. Then I told my dad once he got home. I wish I could feel safe again… :’(
AnonymousI don’t know how strong I can be..but I’m trying..
It has been 19 days since I last cut. I’m trying so hard not to grab a knife and stab myself. I have so much anger towards myself. But beating myself and scratching myself raw is a different story…but so far the day count for those two are 1 day..I hate this so much..I just want to take my anger out upon myself -_-
I’m sorry; I just can’t anymore.
I can’t do this.
Sorry for fucking this up too.I just want to be skinny and intelligent and kind and a good person but i can’t be any of those things without self destructing. I can’t even fucking self destruct the proper way. I want to fucking die because i am so fucking sick of the shit that i cause to happen in other people’s lives, incase fucking up my own was not bad enough.
