I am ok now. Thank you. Thank you for caring enough to send a message - it’s reassuring and warms my heart to see that someone cares.. so thank you, whoever you are.
I want to slash my arms twenty times. I have to be sleeveless tomorrow for work so I can’t. I want to slash my legs. Anywhere. But I can’t hide the scars. I also binged. I’ve been binging for the past three days. Fuck it all. I want to cut my fat off and I want to bleed. It hurts. My chest hurts. Make it stop.