so the one time i posted on my blog, no one commented, i want some feedback!
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she never slows down
she doesnt know why but she knows
that when shes all alone feels like its all coming down
she wont turn around
the shadows are long and she fears that if she crys that first tear
the tears will not stop
raining down

- stand in the rain by superchic[k]

i sit there
staring
unmoving as a rock
as i watch you
catting
giggling
enjoying the company of your other classmates
oh how you've changed!
we used to be closer than the sun and sky
inseperable
we were woven
a mess of the strings that make life
all tangled
now i watch you finding others
others to send your strings into
and im scared
you know everything about me
and me you
how could you just...

i came for support, i cut and have for almost a year and i want to stop. please help?

What a awful day, crappy day at school, get shouted at for no reason, getting nasty thing said to be by a random user >_<
Plus no one tells me anything, and it's things i probably should have been told...

Just as i thought things were getting better >_<

Got on leave.

Finished my English homework.

Feel a little bit more in control.

I'm going to kick this shit. I'm going to fix stuff.

First I'm going to relax.

Then I'm going to start working through the ED recovery book I got from the library.

I'm going to get better BEFORE I get worse.

I'm going to fix all of this.

Because it nearly tore my relationship apart today.

I'm getting that urge to overdose. To just take stuff and not care about the consequences. I wish I had something for sleep. I have cocodamol. I don't think I want to die. But I want all this to stop. How many do I take? I only have two in my room. That's the required dosage, not an overdose. Paracetemol? Why doesn't any one in my family take anything worth overdosing on? I want this to stop. But I don't think I want to die. Not today. I did yesterday. I'm not so sure now. I don't know what to do....

Ugh.

What do I do?

I'm scared.

But I don't want to stop doing this. I want to starve.

I don't know why.

But I want to stop.

It hurts when I try to stop.

But I can't get help until I'm under weight.

Keep going, Hester. Go so far they can't help you any more. Keep going.

We were looking at different skies;
worlds apart, yet inches away.
We were close;
yet nowhere near,
you saw the dark,
i saw tomorow
Where are we now?
Nobody knows,
Nobody cares,
I don't care,
I walk alone.

He waited 5 hours.
I bet more, because he didnt get home untill 10pm and he was there at 2.
I feel so guilty
I know he said it was okay because my friend stood me up, her boyfriend kicked out of her house and I punched a wall, and got injured...
But He was there for 5 hours!!!!
I screwed up big time, I almost lost him...
He cried a bit, and consumed enough choclate for a moose to die from. That's what his post said..
I don't deserve him, do...