He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he gaze long into the abyss... only to find his own reflection.

Confessions of a Cutter (Self-Harm)

I have not cut. Partly, I passed out, partly, although cutting intrigues, cutting is abhorrent.

Yes! I can finally say that! I hate cutting. I do not hate the cuts, but I do hate the cutting!

Cutting is an admission of something being wrong, admission of the acknowledgement of pain, that I hate myself so much that I want to hurt myself, which is in itself painful to admit and to acknowledge!

I like my cuts. I like my scars. That's all there is to it. I'm going to get a fillet knife.

Oh, I never mentioned that, did I? I want to get a fillet knife. I'll get a nice, sharp knife that I can stick into myself because inter

Writing Down the Pain
I'd like just once to fall asleep feeling good about myself. Just once. Drunken stupors do not count.