I haven’t cut in what feels like forever and it’s killing me.  I miss it so much.  I think about it constantly.  I’m trying to stay clean for my boyfriend.  He says it hurts him to see me hurting myself. But I miss it so freaking much.  I don’t even know what there is to miss about it.  It gives me anxiety both when I do cut and when I don’t.  I feel like it’s so much higher when I don’t do it.  My friends don’t even care.  They think I’m ‘fine’. I wish they asked about me once in a while and said that they know i’m lying.  I get that they don’t exactly understand but they don’t even show that they care.  No one would miss me if I died.  No one.

(Source: madasahattersdormouse)