Thigh is getting worse and worse with cuts, not really eaten in a few days. Right now when im alone in my bedroom there is nothing more that I want to do than cutting myself but then when im with my siblings and im out I feel really agility and stupid for doing it which then I do it again. It is a vicious circle - dont get into, you can't get out of it once your in it I promise you that stay strong. Xxx

So, yes I did cut but it wasn't deep just a few and words writing fat and a star on my thigh. It stings and I regret it which is good my mood is all over the place at the moment, I miss smoking it always set my mood to one thing (I will tell you my smoking story next time) I may not be able to stop on my thigh thats what im scared about ... but I will always try xxx

A year ago I first self-harmed, it was barely anything just a few scratches to the hip but then it increased to using a razor. My parents found out and they thought I was attention seeking and I was punished. Anyway this year I did it again but this time it was worse on my wrist with any blade I could get my hands on. I hid it with bracelets, wristbands ect. My parents didn't notice (thank God) but I suspect I was suffering with bipolar disorder and I stopped but lately as life has been getting...

Hi everyone my blog will be a time's funny, sad, uplifting, deppressing, and familiar to your life. Im 14 so this is from a teenage girls perspective and this is my rollercoaster of a life. I will try and blog as much as I can but no promises xxx have fun reading about my life xx

Half of me cares, half of me doesn't. I don't know how to do anything in school anymore, half because I'm a stupid fuck and half because I just don't care anymore, but then I get back my grades and remind myself just how much of a worthless failure I really am.

And half of me still just wants to take the pills, god dammit, if only I had the courage to they'd be swallowed right now. And still want to slice up my arms with the pretty new tool. Though I'm going to the YOUTH Forum event...

I just feel so much at once but yet nothing at all. Depressed and heavy and tired and dead and emotionless and anxious and overwhelmed and unmotivated and uncaring but too caring ant the same time and I have too much to do in no time and don't want to do any of it but yet have to do all of it and kind of want to do all of it at the same time. Need a break. Will never get one.

I have come to the realization that if I don't go inpatient I probably will try to kill myself and that is the scariest thing ever. I found myself counting my pills last night. My mind telling me to just take them. And then this morning it was the same thing, to just take them. Those thoughts won't stop.

Part of me just wants to try to kill myself rather than go inpatient because I don't want to hear my parents but part of me feels screwed if I don't die because I'll have to hear...

Was doing some thinking yesterday in the shower, because don't a lot of people think in the shower?

I remembered the night I got promoted from 8th grade, basically a graduation but the school didn't call it that because it's only from middle school, not for high school. My family came. Originally, many of them weren't supposed to because we were only allowed a certain amount of tickets, but the person who handled the tickets knew me and liked me so we got more. I wore a dress and...

Wow, TeenHelp. It’s been quite some time since I last posted here, and my life as changed in all sorts of ways.

Well, let’s with the positive then. I started learning to drive around Christmas time, got my permit & everything. I got my braces off in November, and plans for me to get a car before/on my 16th birthday are in place…uh yeah. I can’t think of much positive at the moment. :c

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I want to be able to say I'm happy, and actually mean it. I want to be able to eat a piece of cake, without crying or purging or anything else. I want to not keep finding ways to hurt myself. I slipped up, again. Found another blade, sliced my wrist open. It felt so..amazing. And yet I'm so ashamed. I can't stop wanting to hurt myself. I can't help that I just want to stop breathing, but I don't want to leave E.

I told E that I've only been half-ass trying to recover. I promised I...