The absolute worst feeling is that little itch between the fingers of a self harmer. That little dancing feeling under your skin that just begs to be slit fucking open. That endless desire to carve deep in yourself. Its such a terrible thing that causes such a deep painful addiction. Almost as if it never ends. Just that feeling before the tears fall that tells you to grab something and to fucking slit your arms legs etc open. Multiple lacerations. The crave to cut over and over and over until there's no space left to cut. I just want to ruin my arms. I want to demolish myself. End everything. But no.
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Phi Hư CấuThis is a book to contradict my depression one, hopefully I start adding to this one more often than the other, please give them both a read, my life and thoughts can be pretty amusing I suppose😊😂
