Who Knows</h1> <article> <h1>Who Knows</h1> <p>Harbor — Mon, 15 Mar 2010 00:09:12 +0000</p> <p> Get my degree, join the Peace Corps, help people, bring something good the world. Without all of the details, those are my dreams. I want to be somebody, be<br /> appreciated, wanted, listened to. It feels like I'm asking for too much. I don't know, maybe I am. Because of this I see only my scars. Even in my dreams they will not give me peace. I've been told many times to appreciate what I have, and what I have right now is my bloody blade. <br /> I'm so tired.</p> <div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=Yvri5QkUnZQ:xOMPGTADaMs:yIl2AUoC8zA"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=Yvri5QkUnZQ:xOMPGTADaMs:D7DqB2pKExk"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=Yvri5QkUnZQ:xOMPGTADaMs:F7zBnMyn0Lo"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=Yvri5QkUnZQ:xOMPGTADaMs:qj6IDK7rITs"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=Yvri5QkUnZQ:xOMPGTADaMs:gIN9vFwOqvQ"></img></a> </div> </article> <article> <h1>why am i so weird?</h1> <p>feelingsoalone — Sun, 14 Mar 2010 22:56:56 +0000</p> <h4> God! what s wrong with me? im such a screw up,tha's why he hits me,that's why i cut too. if only i could be a little closer to normal,then we might be a happy family again. i don't see why i can't make him happy,only vodka does,if i could do something right,maybe he won't hit me as much,or mom would come from her "trip" and we'll go to the creek and laugh and play,maybe. but she's been gone for months,and he's not getting any better,every night,he's drunk,he's screaming,he's hitting,and im getting bruised up.not to mention the scars.i guess really all that i can do,is cut,and cover up bruises and black eyes,and pray that this stops soon,before we all get seriously hurt,and i kill myself,and hope she comes home.</h4> <div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=4K-hP3S0BCc:DVuKrbvcgW4:yIl2AUoC8zA"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=4K-hP3S0BCc:DVuKrbvcgW4:D7DqB2pKExk"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=4K-hP3S0BCc:DVuKrbvcgW4:F7zBnMyn0Lo"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=4K-hP3S0BCc:DVuKrbvcgW4:qj6IDK7rITs"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=4K-hP3S0BCc:DVuKrbvcgW4:gIN9vFwOqvQ"></img></a> </div> </article> <article> <h1>Need It!</h1> <p>Harbor — Sat, 13 Mar 2010 20:55:23 +0000</p> <p> Little over a week without my Relief. It feels like eternity. </p> <div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=kHycSp-QgVY:fQrH03htq6I:yIl2AUoC8zA"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=kHycSp-QgVY:fQrH03htq6I:D7DqB2pKExk"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=kHycSp-QgVY:fQrH03htq6I:F7zBnMyn0Lo"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=kHycSp-QgVY:fQrH03htq6I:qj6IDK7rITs"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=kHycSp-QgVY:fQrH03htq6I:gIN9vFwOqvQ"></img></a> </div> </article> <article> <h1>we're all lying to ourselves</h1> <p>ashtraylips — Sat, 13 Mar 2010 17:51:41 +0000</p> <p> I've only ever told three people about my problem. Two of them don't live here, so I never have to face them; telling them was easy and painless because they couldn't do anything about it. And the one is anorexic, so he can't help me. Our problems come down to the same roots, and until he wants to change, he'll just condone my problem, too. </p> <div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=U8YjLaZK9V0:MTN_cOzlAtk:yIl2AUoC8zA"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=U8YjLaZK9V0:MTN_cOzlAtk:D7DqB2pKExk"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=U8YjLaZK9V0:MTN_cOzlAtk:F7zBnMyn0Lo"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=U8YjLaZK9V0:MTN_cOzlAtk:qj6IDK7rITs"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=U8YjLaZK9V0:MTN_cOzlAtk:gIN9vFwOqvQ"></img></a> </div> </article> <article> <h1>Only For Myself</h1> <p>kjb21 — Sat, 13 Mar 2010 02:50:46 +0000</p> <div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=Q97w3xQk9PQ:cqw3MAx2xm8:yIl2AUoC8zA"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=Q97w3xQk9PQ:cqw3MAx2xm8:D7DqB2pKExk"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=Q97w3xQk9PQ:cqw3MAx2xm8:F7zBnMyn0Lo"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=Q97w3xQk9PQ:cqw3MAx2xm8:qj6IDK7rITs"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=Q97w3xQk9PQ:cqw3MAx2xm8:gIN9vFwOqvQ"></img></a> </div> </article> <article> <h1>my sexual abuse</h1> <p>XxJustAnotherGirlxX — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 21:16:55 +0000</p> <p> lately i've been thinking about my past sexual abuse and all that not so fun stuff.... i dont know why but i cant get it out of my head! its driving me crazy....i just want it to end. i dont wanna think about it anymore, i dont wanna remember. i hate remembering.</p><p> </p> <p> why did they have to do that to me? what did i do to deserve it? nothing! all i can ask them is why me? why would you hurt a little five year old girl just for your pleasure? it kills me inside...</p><p> </p> <p> i need an excape. something. i need to cut. but im afraid to be sent back to inpatient. i want to so badly but....ugh. this is killing me. but i cant talk about to my therapist face to face because its so embarassing and i feel so ashamed...i just wanna scream I HATE YOU!! I HATE YOU FOR DOING THAT TO ME!!</p> <div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=a_5sjEIYQeg:KfdnakSShI4:yIl2AUoC8zA"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=a_5sjEIYQeg:KfdnakSShI4:D7DqB2pKExk"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=a_5sjEIYQeg:KfdnakSShI4:F7zBnMyn0Lo"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=a_5sjEIYQeg:KfdnakSShI4:qj6IDK7rITs"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=a_5sjEIYQeg:KfdnakSShI4:gIN9vFwOqvQ"></img></a> </div> </article> <article> <h1>Failed....again.</h1> <p>overcoming_life — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 14:52:41 +0000</p> <p> So, I've been able to stop cutting for six months.</p><p> </p> <p> I thought, wow, I actually have this down. I'm "recovered".</p> <div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=TkR-unWiRgU:TLPIcFeEvGI:yIl2AUoC8zA"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=TkR-unWiRgU:TLPIcFeEvGI:D7DqB2pKExk"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=TkR-unWiRgU:TLPIcFeEvGI:F7zBnMyn0Lo"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=TkR-unWiRgU:TLPIcFeEvGI:qj6IDK7rITs"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=TkR-unWiRgU:TLPIcFeEvGI:gIN9vFwOqvQ"></img></a> </div> </article> <article> <h1>its getting colder</h1> <p>dodgeguy23 — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 05:32:14 +0000</p> <p> the winds. the winds so cold. try to look up for a warm smile from above.</p><p> </p> <p> those eyes. that smile. the sinking gone for a moment. </p><p> </p> <p> the void is growing, even love as pure as this cant help now. </p><p> </p> <p> sleep little one please. you momma need some rest.</p><p> </p> <p> if only an oak was planted where the pine stands, it would have held the weight. the pine did all it could. but did it? it was defective from the start.</p><p> </p> <p> let it out. keep it in. you deserve what you get, you get what you deserve.</p><p> </p> <p> precious one sleep. mom will be there when you wake. </p><p> </p> <p> its time. sleep must come no matter the cost. </p><p> </p> <p> spinning sinking, the blaring noise, the vast silance of nothing, the relaity pendulum, it all must return to 'normal'</p><p> </p> <p> its time, sleep must come no matter the cost.</p><p> </p> <p> if the light shall shine let the warm hands caress the frostbitten cheeks.</p><p> </p> <p> just for a minute.</p><p> </p> <p> please</p> <div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=FLohs7lNKk0:GHnItz7TlaE:yIl2AUoC8zA"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=FLohs7lNKk0:GHnItz7TlaE:D7DqB2pKExk"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=FLohs7lNKk0:GHnItz7TlaE:F7zBnMyn0Lo"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=FLohs7lNKk0:GHnItz7TlaE:qj6IDK7rITs"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=FLohs7lNKk0:GHnItz7TlaE:gIN9vFwOqvQ"></img></a> </div> </article> <article> <h1>My Sinner Self</h1> <p>Harbor — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 02:11:53 +0000</p> <p> </p> <div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=aCvQg6nI2VM:99RnX4tyCrU:yIl2AUoC8zA"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=aCvQg6nI2VM:99RnX4tyCrU:D7DqB2pKExk"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=aCvQg6nI2VM:99RnX4tyCrU:F7zBnMyn0Lo"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=aCvQg6nI2VM:99RnX4tyCrU:qj6IDK7rITs"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=aCvQg6nI2VM:99RnX4tyCrU:gIN9vFwOqvQ"></img></a> </div> </article> <article> <h1>Heels Over Head</h1> <p>Tori Turmoil — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 18:59:44 +0000</p> <p> I got in a fight today.<br /> Not a verbal battle,<br /> But a physical combat.<br /> I didn't get hurt (sadly).<br /> However, someone else did.<br /> Quite bad,<br /> I flung them off my arm and they<br /> Fell.<br /> Down concrete stairs.<br /> I watched it all<br /> And found a sick enjoyment in it.<br /> I afraid this is going to be my new thing.<br /> Instead of being suicidal,<br /> Becoming homicidal.<br /> Is it really considered insane to love<br /> The look of a deep incision?<br /> Because i'm head over heels<br /> Or heels over head, haha.<br /> Someone was sent to the hospital over me,<br /> And i don't regret a thing.<br /> Someone please try to get me back to reality.<br /> I don't know what's wrong and whats right.<br /> I don't know why its not left and right<br /> Or wrong and good.<br /> Right was the direction she went flying...<br /> Down.<br /> Down..<br /> Down...<br /> Maybe when she returns,<br /> She will be at my level of low<br /> And I can finally have someone to relate to.</p> <div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=vIN6ojH7qMM:5tjT7EIpQb8:yIl2AUoC8zA"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=vIN6ojH7qMM:5tjT7EIpQb8:D7DqB2pKExk"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=vIN6ojH7qMM:5tjT7EIpQb8:F7zBnMyn0Lo"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=vIN6ojH7qMM:5tjT7EIpQb8:qj6IDK7rITs"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/self-injury-dot-net-blogs?a=vIN6ojH7qMM:5tjT7EIpQb8:gIN9vFwOqvQ"></img></a> </div> </article> </main></body></html>