My self harm scars are fading and somehow I want more.
Sometimes when you touch me unexpectedly, my heart punches me and the flashbacks start.
I don't snort adderall for schoolwork, I do it so that the demons of sleep and bad dreams will shut the **** up.
When I was a little girl, I used to pinch myself on my rib cage when I got upset. I guess I started early.
I hate your ****** hair because it reminds me of my rapist's.
I'm turning into my mother.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 10:30 PM UTC
My self harm scars are fading and somehow I want more.
Sometimes when you touch me unexpectedly, my heart punches me and the flashbacks start.
I don't snort adderall for schoolwork, I do it so that the demons of sleep and bad dreams will shut the **** up.
When I was a little girl, I used to pinch myself on my rib cage when I got upset. I guess I started early.
I hate your ****** hair because it reminds me of my rapist's.
I'm turning into my mother.
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