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 cut the blade. With my teeth I cut the blade of the razor... fuck I can't even type... am making so many mistakes....

I held the blade over my chest, an X I wanted to make across my breasts...

But I did not! I did not!

God, I did not!

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