(via jadore-supreme)
There's not much to know about me. I'm just one person out of billions.
My birth marked the countdown to my death.
Mr. Right is also Mr. Taken and happiness is a myth.
If looks could really kill, then my profession would be staring.
No, we do 'cause we care not for the thrill.
Collect calls to home; tell them that I realize that everyone who lives will someday die and die alone. • Ask me anything
• Submit DOA
My birth marked the countdown to my death.
Mr. Right is also Mr. Taken and happiness is a myth.
If looks could really kill, then my profession would be staring.
No, we do 'cause we care not for the thrill.
Collect calls to home; tell them that I realize that everyone who lives will someday die and die alone. • Ask me anything
• Submit DOA
Right, so here’s the thing.
I’m not embarrassed of my arm or my scars. I’m sorry I make you uncomfortable by not being deeply ashamed and feeling the urge to hide myself away. I’m not proud of them, I don’t like them, but they’re there. And they’re not going to go away any time soon.
These scars are a part of who I am. In a way, they’ve made me who I am. I didn’t do this to myself for attention, I didn’t do this because of some “emo” culture. At the time, it was the only option I had. It’s hard for people who don’t self harm to understand. But I’ll try and explain anyway.
You know that raw hurt? That feeling of your heart beating too fast, and your breath being stuck in your lungs, and chest ripping open? Those moments where the emotional pain becomes psychical and you feel like you’re falling apart, and everything hurts and you’re sure that you’re going to die because feeling like this sure isn’t normal and there’s no way someone can survive that amount of pain?
I used to feel that a lot.
Self-harm gives you a temporary escape from that. It gives you the opportunity to escape from that pain for a few seconds. People who harm themselves often say it doesn’t hurt. And it doesn’t. Because the pain you were feeling a few seconds earlier was so much worse and the new psychical pain had brought your mind some relief.
Self harm gives the mind something else to focus on. An injury to your body is enough to release certain chemicals and endorphins and suddenly, whatever was hurting you becomes secondary and your brain tries to work out how badly you’re injured.
And those chemicals become addictive.
It’s not easy to stop self-harming. It’s addictive, its degrading, and feeling like a razor blade is the only thing that will ever make you feel better is the lonliest time of your life.
So instead of staring at me, or leaving me anonymous messages calling me crazy, or stopping your child from playing with mine, why don’t you stop and think of what I must have been feeling, what I must have gone through to feel like I had to do that to myself.
(via sellupsellout)
The rules are simple and the goal is to read one book a week for 52 weeks. Obviously you can feel free to shorten this number down to suit your lifestyle.
- The challenge will run from January 1, 2012 through December 31, 2012 (hopefully without the interruption of the end of the world).
- Participants may join at any time.
- All books are acceptable, but remember this is to challenge yourself.
- All forms of books are acceptable including e-books, audio books, etc.
- Re-reads are acceptable as long as they are read after January 1, 2011.
- You don’t have to blog to participate - feel free to submit your progress here.
- You don’t have to limit yourself to reading just one book a week.
- Enjoy yourself. Visit your local library for book recommendations.
- Recommend books here.
