"My name is Win. I'm 15, and today I'm feeling okay." These are my exact words every day I'm at the Suicide Support Group meetings. I have to miss them sometimes because I had to get stitched up again. I've been suicidal since I was 12, self-harming since 12 1/2, and bulimic since 13.
What some people don't understand is that this isn't because I hate myself. It's not even because I hate my life anymore. It's become an addiction, really. Without new scars or a burning throat, I feel like I'm missing a part of myself. It's almost like a normal person forgetting to eat.
While my E.D., suicide, and self-harm are pretty big parts of my life, there's more to me than that. I'm a lesbian. I like DND. I'm really big on old stuff. I love my girlfriend with all my heart.
I guess that's really all for this journal entry.
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When Is "Someday"?
De TodoWin is a little sick and tired of hearing, "It'll get better someday!" over and over. Every time he's told this, he has to wonder, "When is, 'someday?'" Honestly, Someday better hurry its ass up; Win's getting a bit fed up with waiting.
