Here I am, 03.05 on a wednesday, drunk and high as a shitfuck. My name is Natalie, and I'm born in -92. I live on my own, but previously lived in foster care for 12 years (one and the same family). I'm likeable, smiling, socialble and kind. I am a loudmouth, cant keep it shut. I'm short, have dark brown hair and have eyes that shift between yellowish brown and green with a wierd grey/blueish ring round it. I'm fit, and I have tiny freckles. I'm above average, if that's even a legitimate fucking thing to say 'bout oneself. I'm from Sweden, and I've been self injuring since I was 13.
And WHY do I do this?
First of, I need to get this clear. Self injuring for me is not "just" cutting/burning - it's everything destructive. You know all the things they list as borderline "symptoms"? Yeah, that's me, alright. Fucking, drinking, and doing drugs too much, cutting, ignore friends, binge eating, starving, breaking my fucking fists.
This likeable, happy young female - why would she do all of these things to herself? She seems happy, always smiling and making people laugh? What could've ever gone wrong in her life? Nothing, right? Read more »