I cut myself, but I'm trying to stop.
17, Straight, TN.
Love is the movement. <3
More than anything else right now, I want to cut.
I don’t even want to cut for the endorphins. Instead, I want to drag a razor blade across my leg from ankle to hip and just admire my bloody waterfall.
I want to cut because I feel pathetic and ashamed of being so openly desperate for affection and approval. But I don’t suppose mutilating my body further would make me any less pathetic. People must think I’m a fool.
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They’re Valais Blacknose Sheep from Switzerland.
I’LL TAKE ALL OF THEM!
:DDDDDDDDDD
Source: sheepandlamb
It’s been a little while since I last felt insecure/unsure of Austin’s feelings for me, but it’s back. He doesn’t seem to like talking with me/spending time with me as much as before. He never initiates a conversation. I dunno, I’m worried.
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