nothing else makes things feel alright like SI. It’s heaven and hell altogether. Escape and Punishment. Self-loathing and nurturing. It makes everything burst out of my body and it’s the best form of relief I’ve ever had.
Because I hate myself. Because I’m not worth an inch of space. Because I disgust myself. Because I need someone to see that even though sometimes us, self-injurers seem “happy” and okay, never forget that we’re pretty damn actors too. Because looking at my scars makes me feel proud.
Because to me, Self-Injury is Control.