GIRL SPEAKS: tiger stripes

* trigger warning: self-harm*

for the past few weeks, ive been dreaming of relapse – of gliding the cold shiny tip of the blade along my skin, of a well deserved self-punishment for the attributes i lack and for the toxicity ive put forth.

im tired of making everyone around me miserable, of constantly shattering like a ticking emotional time bomb. im tired of forcing everyone to dance around me just to appease my fragile ego. im tired of being me, an unworthy, spiteful little bitch who cant appreciate the accomplishments of others because im so boggled down by the voice in my head.

and i hate myself for that – for not being stronger, for not making more money or having that financial stability, for not being a supportive girlfriend, for pushing everyone away, for being a complete monster to the one person whos supposed to matter most.

i did it last night, an impulse action on my end (and im so sorry, im not strong enough – im not enough, period).

i gave myself some more tiger stripes last night, running the x-acto blade in long horizontal lines, letting the beads of blood drip down onto the pink tile floors of our bathroom as i kept the door locked.

and it was my boyfriend who came to my rescue (why are you always saving me?), taking initiative to clean me up, bandaids to stop the bleeding. it was my boyfriend who had to wipe the blood off our bathroom floor because i was (am) too catatonic and broken to take care of myself.

so im sorry, for not being enough. i dont deserve him, especially with all the gentleness and care hes handled me with as i throw child-like tantrums, reuniting with my old coping mechanisms.

i deserve it – this self-punishment, this heaviness of being unworthy. and id be lying if i admit it wasnt satisfying, to turn the knife on myself because i keep hurting the ones i love the most.

i fucking deserve it – these red gashes on my upper thigh, the tiger stripes formed in moments of weakness.

im never going to amount to anything, and i just dont understand what the point is anymore of my aimless little life.

im just a moody little nobody, and i dont deserve the kindness or the love or the sympathy.

GFY, fleur

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  1. every time i feel a certain way, you write a blog post that describes you feeling the same way. i cried when i read this, and i know, girl i know. i don’t cut on the outside but i think sometimes my internal lacerations are worse. i’m only just now starting to realize how truly toxic i’ve become, how disruptive to my society, how parasitic to my acquaintances, and i can’t seem to do any better. i hate myself so much, it’s like the more self-love i try to cultivate, the more i hate what i have become. i keep asking myself, am i the one who should not be here? should i remove myself before i become more dangerous?

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  2. sorry i know that’s not what you wanted to hear from me πŸ’œ instead of telling you “you’re worth it” i made it about me “am i worth it?” and in retrospect that was pretty thoughtless. i hope you’re okay, and yes, you are worth it.

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