My arms are giving fat. Anyway, aren't the bandages lovely? A sign of how much I care. I'll always be there for myself. Even if I'm my own worst enemy I will always nurture what I have hurt.
Oh, it's so poetic.
Also, this qeutiapine (seroquel) is not working at all. Lmao, what a joke.
I need someone to beat me so bad, I want someone to make me feel on the outside how I feel on the inside. I’m trash and I deserve to be thrown away. I’m not a good person please believe, I don’t deserve happiness or anything but pain.
I'm not me in this body I want to bleed and cut it all up until I'm no longer a figure. I want to be a non existent entity free of the shackles of my humanity.
It's sickening to think this body is mine forever tied to my name.