Dear diary; I hate myself.

Blade

Right now a blade to me is like that one friend who you never really see and kinda don't like but still are friends with bc of the great memories you two share. I don't feel the urge to cut anymore when I'm like in class or whatever, sometimes when I'm bored the thought of cutting just crosses my mind I don't do anything with that thought anymore, I am stronger than that right now. It doesn't mean I'm fine, it doesn't mean I'm healed or whatever. I'm still depressed and my anxiety is really bad, I just don't destroy myself in an kind of way anymore. Although the alcohol is running through my blood more often again. idk I just felt like sharing this. justbeforegoodbyex.tumblr.com is my tumblr btw <3