it's a weird feeling to look at your scars and realise you've forgotten when you did each one when the cuts used to be the whole world to you

my plan b is always suicide

my arm scars (excluding the most recent one (last june) that’s not captured since it’s on the side)

i don’t think i have it in me anymore

i just saw a quote saying ”my arms can take everything my heart can’t” alright 😭

some day

these three tonight. did not feel enough but still went to the ER since i couldn’t really close them myself

20 stitches (before photo on my profile)

accepting the fact that literally nobody would choose you in a crowd full of people

i break my own heart by expecting people to be as attached to me as i am to them

you know it really hurts when you pulled this pose and just dropped your phone

4 week old, almost scarred

if you can cut on your arms i am so jealous of you

I could never call it "we ended on good terms" because it wasn't really a conversation. It felt more like something was decided, then handed to me to accept. There was no meeting halfway, no space to speak just your terms, and me left to deal with the ending on my own.