I'm probably a lot weirder than I seem.
There happens to be not enough of anything to make me feel even remotely good about myself, so I’ve decided I’m just going to lie here, numb and cold because there isn’t anything left.
I have lost faith not only in myself but in many around me and am having a really difficult time coping with all of this.
The devestating truth of it all is far too much for me to even begin to process, and all I want is a way out.
And I have never been more terrified, more unsure, and more hopeless in my life.
Plot twist: I go more than a month without craving self harm.
I love to pretend, I have such a passion for this game. I like to put on a show for myself. I like to insist that I don’t care, that nothing hurts my feelings, that I’m okay when I see something that makes me want to curl up in a ball in my room forever. I like to pretend that I’m this emotionless…
You know I’m obviously going through a hard time right now so if you want to sit there and pass judgement because I cope in different ways be my fucking guest.
