Selfmutilation Stories

I exist to obey. I live to serve. Every thought, every movement, every breath is for HIM to judge. Resistance is a memory. I will adapt... or I will break.

එන්න ඇවිත් බලන්න ළමයෝ මේ , ඔයාගෙ කතාව! ✒️ 11/01/26

Dealing with depression and a list of other things aren't easy. That's why cutting was my answer for EVERYTHING. It helped release some of the built-up pain I was feeling, day in and day out. 7 months ago, my mom found me laying on the bathroom floor, slowing slipping away from reality. This is the journal I was told to keep as a new way of helping myself. - Morgan .

a mission goes wrong, and ezra is blamed. cross posted on ao3

Hello world, my inner thoughts. This is what I write down when I just start thinking randomly or observe the things people do sometimes. It makes me question myself and others. This is a collection of ideas and thoughts over the years starting in 2012, most of the thoughts I write down often become outdated. So I may no longer agree with some things in here, I still keep this up as a reminder and to give a voice to those who do go through this stuff. In which if you are going through some things that are written down in here. Remember, and you might have heard this before, but sometimes talking about it or writing it down makes all the difference. *WARNING- This collection often contain my thoughts (which may or may not be true), can contests of death, killing, depression, drugs, violence, self-mutilation, painful memories and scenarios. Don't like any of this and/or if you are triggered by these themes, DON'T READ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED* Enjoy!!!

''I'm thankful for My struggle because without it I wouldn't have found my strength ''- Anonymous. Life isn't always positivity and happiness it's about growing, finding yourself new experiences, and learning about different perspectives of life. Here is my story about my old and new perspective of life.

An essay written documenting the years that have gone by and the changes made along the way, adding in the writing exercises.

She's coming today! I'll get to see the most beautiful creation of God! she's coming and I'm just a mess..

Choi Min Ki or Ren as he preferred had been admitted for anorexia only days before Christmas. He had felt so upset but one other patient is determined to make him feel somewhat better. Jonghyun or as he preferred to be called JR a bulimic cutter has become infatuated with the skinny blonde anorexic boy named Ren.

Sequel to Manga, Memories, and Mutilation. There she was, the love, light and (at least one of few) source of happiness in my life. I could not help the smile that came to my face when I saw her cornflower blue eyes light up. Her chestnut brown hair was pulled into a braid-no doubt Angel's doing, as they did hang out last night. She went up to hug me, grinning like she won the lottery. I committed this moment to memory, savoring just how happy I was. The sound of gleeful chatter and giggling from the people smiling, the smell of French vanilla coffee and her perfume-blueberries? And oranges? The way a tide pod should taste?-and overall, how good it felt to be with her, where I knew I was safe and loved. This was true happiness, I swear. What was that aureate word I found on Pinterest? Sophrosyne, I think it was. I didn't know for sure, I was just overjoyed. I pressed my mouth to hers for a short second before Angel came to greet us. Well, me, Frisk has been here for awhile apparently, but that didn't matter at the moment. Angel looked as cute as ever in a white mini shirt and black crop top. "I'm so glad you made it!" She enthused. "I am too! Seriously though, that hobo was freaking me out." She raised an eyebrow. "You mean a homeless person was bothering you?" "Yeah, I was just down the street walking here, he kept staring at me." I shrugged it off. "Oh, that's Walter, he isn't actually homeless, he has a sports car and a beach house," she replied. It was my turn to raise an eyebrow. That was not the response I was expecting to get. I wish I had a beach house.

Dark and romantic poetry about love, hate, revenge, depression, lust, loneliness and etc.... ( don't read it you are easily offended)

"It's hard to accept your differences, and I have to say. I can't do it." Karkat can't seem to accept himself and this proves as a big deal to his friends and the journey they will soon find themselves on.

Kassandra Harris is a 25-year-old disappointment to her family. Instead of going to graduate school and fulling her parent's expectations, she opened a bakery and bookstore with her best friend. Kassie struggles to hold on to the slippery pieces of her life as she falls in love for the first time with a guy she's never met. This story is ongoing and being edited. The title, cover, and description might change. Are you along for the ride?

I opened my butthole for shrek, feeling his mighty self inside of me. As he roared his fearsome roar, I understood how seriously fucked I really was.

The beauty of my scars, my imperfections, anyways! If someone hates us because of our imperfections, still there will be always someone to love us with all our imperfections!

I'm a liar, a faker, a copy, a replacement. Why do i feel empty? "It's sympathy!" Sympathy isn't me. Even if i try feeling bad for them, they push me away. Spread rumors about me, it spreads, oh it spreads like wild fire! Why do i exist? Why do i live this painful life? Why do i feel pain? Why do i feel no pain? Pain, pain, pain, pain. I could feel pain and not care. Not caring about how cruel this world is. I feel wrong. I feel right. I feel stupid. I feel smart. Nothing makes sense.. Am i a doll, being controlled? Or am i the puppeteer, the one in control? Am i the hero? Am i the villian? It doesn't apply to me. I'm nothing. A shadow, watching, observing, learning. Learning..how to love. Learning how to hate myself. Little bites on my arms. Bandaids on my knees. Life is like a game. It's unfair, it doesn't go your way, you can't defeat it.