you know it's starting to get bad and out of control when you wake up the next morning and see marks you don't remember making. Coming to the realization that what you did was far worse than what you really initially thought or recollected, the only thing you do remember is the feeling of how much easier and quicker it's becoming to be able to press down far deep and glide across flesh without having any lingering fear or awareness of pain whatsoever anymore. understanding and acknowledging that i'm really not being careful anymore; the habit has come back stronger and uglier than ever before.
this is beginning to get out of hand..
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- mynameisjane
- hi, with warning. i am entirely damaged and crazy with masochistic tendencies and an addictive self-destructive personality. but i am in the trials of self-recovery- though thoroughly failing in the process, here's to hoping- one day- someday. in form of pure tried articulation of the written word, this space keeps the highly erratic and darkly emotional self reflection of my contemplative life with bits of sunshine scattered in between. i am a mess; i absolutely create disasters and inevitably fuck everything up. so decide if you are one who actually thinks and chooses for his own mind or one who is fated to predestined cowardice, forever running away like the rest of the narrow minded sheep in this world and unable to embrace the violent and bittersweet storm of harsh realness.
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