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hearing your parents talk about future plans, knowing you probably won’t be here anymore

My opinions based on your sh tool

Pencil sharpener blades: We’ve all been there, the definition of desperate. May not be the sharpest but she gets the job done and will have a special place in our hearts <3

Razor blades: My absolute fave, works like a fucking charm. You’ve definitely done some experimenting trying to get them out of the razors.

Scissors: You’re either super desperate and using the only thing you can find, or you’re crazy and literally cut chunks out of your skin. I could never stomach cutting chunks so y’all are brave

Lighter: I’ve never used it, but you seem pretty chill. Definitely gets overlooked in the sh community

Hands: sometimes it’s just easiest to dig your nails into your skin until they’re decorated in those little half moons. Skin picking too, that also a fun one. Pretty easy to hide and execute, not the most painful tho

Knives: depends on the kind of knife. You could have anything from light cuts to some deep serious shit. It’s probably a pain in the ass to hide the knife tho.

Safety pins: these were my starter tool. Again, not the sharpest, but she works and isn’t really that hard to find. You’re probably just starting out with sh, and I recommend you don’t continue doing it because it can be very addictive

Glass: you’re pretty cool! It’s a pretty solid tool with good sharpness, and not too big to hide! You have a very well rounded tool and have probably been doing this for a while.

Box cutter: again, never used it, but they seem about the same sharpness as a razor blade. I’m kinda jealous of how easy they seem to hold and the leverage you can get. You seem like someone who likes the sharpness of a razor blade but is going the classy route.

I’ve definitely forgotten some so lmk what and I’ll edit it <3

If I got anything wrong I’m so so sorry

“Oh I’m so excited for my friends birthday pool party!”

My arms/shoulders: 😈

Trying to heal my wrist scars but I wanna cut so bad. I am way too scared it is too easy to find and my parents will see. I am on vacation and don’t have a blade so I can’t cut anyway. I think I might do thighs or hips for now on so it will be a lot easier to hide. Ugh but I know it won’t be as satisfying for me😭😭

This is my fifth day being clean and I could care less about it. Is it really worth it?

Sometimes i feel like sh-ing then i remember

i already have cvts stinging that are extremely painful why do i feel like i need more? why isn't what i have ever enough pain?

“cats can’t claw self portraits” god forbid my cat is artistically gifted???

(context- i cut a cats face onto my thigh while i was in my insane era and it’s scarred and isn’t going away like at all)

i have this and it hurts 🥲

kitty appreciation post 😋🐱

Tw: sh

Self harm is a struggle I've been over, I tell myself.

Knifes are in my room and there's nothing off about it.

Knifes are not the reason people get hurt, someone always had to hold the knife.

A scalpel, a box cutter, I'm an artsy type of person. I like being creative.

Is it intrusive thoughts, that keep asking me to cut, or is it the child I once was, that demands I keep cutting as long as it will bleed.

Scars fade, but I can still see them.

Is that a reason to cut again, to renew old wounds.

I didn't stop because it hurt, I didn't stop because I got help, I stopped because of shame.

Why shame, why not something sweeter. Why not the caring touch of my mother?

I've never talked about it to anyone, why would I.

There's nothing to talk about. I don't have a self harm problem.

I'm over that.

TW: Selfharm

Just one cut. Only one tiny simple cut. That's how it starts, one cut.

It starts with one at a time, "I can always just stop". Then it's more and more, you stop wearing short sleeved tops. Your whole arm is covered in cuts and blood, dried and fresh.

Your arm is one giant scar and suddenly you can't stop, suddenly you're addicted. You always wear long shirts, hoodies or pullovers. You tell the others it's just because you're cold.

You get cold easily. They don't even notice that you flinch when anyone touches your arm. They don't know, they can't.

You pray that noone will ever know, how disappointing that would be to everyone. But at the same time you need someone to find out, intervene. You realize that it is wrong and harmful, an addition yet you also can't seem to stop. You can't stop, you keep going. Hoping for someone, anyone to take notice and do something.

You're clean. You've been for some...months, maybe a year or two. You don't exactly remember. No one was there to celebrate milestones, so you forgot. They couldn't have been there, you never told them.

You're clean, but ever time you feel so lost like you're stuck in a void...you want to cut again. You can't help it, it's the addiction speaking. You will never be able to live like "normal" people.

For a while you hide your arm but as time goes by the scars fade. At first you're mortified, they shouldn't fade that would mean that they were never deep enough to be real. But they were real, you bled and your arm is now covered in healed cuts, scars.

By now you only look at your arm sometimes. Noone else can see them, the scars but you. You can still see the distinct lines of where you cut.

You tell yourself "just one cut". One cut couldn't hurt, right? But instead of giving in you start to do other things. You draw, sometimes crochet or write. No more cuts, no more.

tha ks for ruining my night mom

now I wanna put on my shoes, grab my blades and walk down to the park to just fuck shit up

slight regret for how deep I cut on my wrist is now setting in

I need to stop going deep on my arm, its gonna bite me back in summer

im.fucked. I'm fucking fucked.

mom went through my room to look for something and found my box. of all my razors. AND FUCKING TOOK THEM.

she left a note of telling me to talk to her but how do I explain this shit!? how do I explain why I cut!? i don't even do it for normal reasons or depression at this point.

what do I say. oh yeah, I cut just for the hell of it? out of habit because I'm addicted? for the blood and scars? like yes, I do it when I'm upset and/or depression too, but not even I know why I do this anymore!?