There is only one thing stopping me from leaving. The fact my parents would have to walk in on my dead body

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I don’t see anything anything getting better ever. I can’t take hating myself this much anymore. Fighting urges is too hard and I’ve fallen back into old habits. Feeling so numb, whats it like to happy? my minds such a mess.. endlessly worrying. I have no purpose here.  I would be far better if I wasn’t here anyway. Nobody would care.
just-a-disordered-psychotic:

far-from-u:

thatstragickassie:

carvedtopieces:

And you try so hard not to jerk back or grimace because you can’t disappoint them again.

Or, when you’re playing around and they grab your arm to hold you back from running and it opens up the cuts… Again. and the blood runs into your palm and you have to quickly run to the bathroom in the middle of class.

And when they touch and it hurts but you cant do anything so you pretend to feel nothing

this happened so many times today… i work in a nursery so the kids are always all over me 
bbelair:

sigh
I wish urges just went away for good

Fighting the urges

Distracting myself.
Keeping away from the triggers.
Tell myself I’m worth recovering when I believe I’m not

This is so hard…it hurts.
Keep going.

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liv-ing-dead:

I’m here if you need someone to talk to x
cnzt:

I actually had a little ‘wow this is really relevant’ moment right now

This is so relevant