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I guess I'm just the normal abnormal, though I consider myself mildly insane. I am a cutter. I like vodka and rum, not enough to get me into any major trouble, not enough to be considered an addict. But probably still more than I should.
I started cutting when I was 12 [I'm nearly 17 now]. My stepfather would get drunk and physically and emotionally abuse me and my mother. We left the asshole. Eventually.
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I firmly believe in Nietzche's "Without music, life would be a mistake." I love poetry, music, reading, writing. I'm writing a story about a suicide. It's called Stitches. I doubt anyone will publish it.
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Worried about shard_of_light |
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same here i'm trying to be strong and not give in |
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Changed my meds... I am currently experiencing a lala effect cuz of the interacting weirdness. |
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I don't know what my problem is... I guess I was just hoping I'd finally mean something to you. |
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how u doing hun?? |
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i forgive you. just help me clean up the aftermath, and we're square. c'mon, P, dont ditch out on us... |
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To be dead honest, I don't deal with everyhing all that well. I just shuff it all away into the back of my mind, and it all comes out later. But... |
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forensicchik Dealing with it
2 years () (Permalink)How do u deal with everything? im only a sophmore and highschool and it's really tough to deal with the people constantly freaking out because im a cutter. I'd love ur thoughts and advice
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2 years () (Permalink)To be dead honest, I don't deal with everyhing all that well. I just shuff it all away into the back of my mind, and it all comes out later. But when I do manage to deal with it, it's because I know who I am. I know that I am going to be me no matter what people say or do. And eventually, the bullshit will go away. I know it's going to hurt until it does, and I know I might cut. But it will go away. And I love my friends and my sisters. I dance in the moonlight and sing from my soul. I enjoy what I can, and suffer what I must. And always, always remember that love will get me through it. The love of my sisters, the love of my friends, and my mom, the love of my SI family, my love of nature and of singing. And I choose to love my scars. I see them as memories written on my skin. And good, bad, or in between, they're mine. They're one thing no one can ever take away from me. So when people tease me about my scars, call me emo, what may be, I remember that they don't have my scars. They haven't lived my life or felt my pain and my joys. So all they can do is stand on the outside looking in. They can't know me, and aren't worth it, if they're just being mean.
♥ Alice
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