This blog may be triggering, however I do not condone or promote cutting, suicide, anorexia, bulimia or anything in anyway. †
I’m now in year 12 and I still cut, see my psychologist and psychiatrist, take medication and have been hospitalized 3 more times for trying to commit suicide.
I'm 17, diagnosed with severe depression , paranoia, anxiety, schizophrenia, suicidal ideation and borderline .
I'm sick of humanity and society and the world. It's all backwards and fucked up
I don’t think I’ll ever be fully okay, but it doesn’t really matter.
I guess as long as I’m still here, then it is okay, right?
All I want is for someone to genuinely care about me. I want someone to be afraid of losing me..
I want someone who cares about me..