I scare myself
All day thoughts go through my head of different ways to hurt myself, it’s consuming, it’s all I think about.
Yesterday I broke my own arm. It’s still agony, but the thoughts haven’t stopped.
I think about boiling a kettle of water and pouring it over my head. Heating up my curling iron and just holding it against my skin.
I know it’s fucked up. I don’t even recognise myself anymore. I just want it to end
Yesterday I broke my own arm. It’s still agony, but the thoughts haven’t stopped.
I think about boiling a kettle of water and pouring it over my head. Heating up my curling iron and just holding it against my skin.
I know it’s fucked up. I don’t even recognise myself anymore. I just want it to end