When I was 7, I bit my arm.
When I was 11, I pulled my hair and punched myself in the head.
When I was 13, I choked myself and dug my nails into my arms and legs.
When I was 15, I cut myself.
When I was 16, I burnt myself with a cigarette.
When I was 18, I destroyed myself with drugs.
Now I'm 21 trying so **** hard to love myself.
To leave behind the self destructive past.
To let go of all the regret and self loathing.
Its been getting easier, too.
Please don't give up.
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 9:11 AM UTC
When I was 7, I bit my arm.
When I was 11, I pulled my hair and punched myself in the head.
When I was 13, I choked myself and dug my nails into my arms and legs.
When I was 15, I cut myself.
When I was 16, I burnt myself with a cigarette.
When I was 18, I destroyed myself with drugs.
Now I'm 21 trying so **** hard to love myself.
To leave behind the self destructive past.
To let go of all the regret and self loathing.
Its been getting easier, too.
Please don't give up.
a sad history of self hatred.
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