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Reblogged from lounginglackadaisically
The sad moment when you realize how alone you actually are. No one ever messages you first or texts you first or anything. So it gets to the point where you don’t want to put in the effort with people who don’t put in any effort for you, so you end up spending your life at home, never going anywhere.
Reblogged from whattheseabreaksagainst
And I’m just sitting there like,
Reblogged from longlive-the-dying
I feel like I’m addicted to the action of cutting like someone who is addicted to injecting a drug. Addicts often say that it’s not just the high they’re addicted to, it’s the process and action of injecting themselves. They describe watching the blood flowing back into the needle as being as addictive as the high itself. I feel as though I no longer benefit from the high of self harm, but I am addicted to the process and action of cutting my arm (I get no urges to cut anywhere else). I love watching the blood flow and I love holding the razor up to my arm but I HATE actually cutting myself open.
..just a thought.