please don't do it. You are worth something. I promise.
In the whole 14 years I’ve been on this planet,I haven’t yet found one thing or one person who makes me feel special or ‘worth something’ because everyone I’ve got close to has left. The people I’m close to now,I’m going to leave them when I move away and if I come up and visit,they probably wouldn’t want to see me or they would’ve probably forgot about me. So don’t tell me that I’m worth something,because I know for a fine fact that I’m not worth much.
Anyone that cuts themselves is not fucking weak. Because they're battling themselves everyday to stay alive. They're still here living, broken, faking that smile. You are strong. You are still here walking around making others feel better. You will never be weak. Don't ever be embarrased of your scars, they are battle scars.
How does one lose their mind? One presumes it is sudden, drastic; a life-changing experience in which the person loses their touch on the world for a minute. But what if it were a slow, gradual change, that happened over time? It built and built and built until you could not contain it anymore, and slipped that blade into your wrist wishing for an escape.
“I don’t want people to matter to me too much. Sometimes it hurts too much to think about them. Ones you love who don’t love you, ones who are dead or hate you, ones who you think about but never get to be with. I like people but when I get too close, it fucks me up and I can’t get things done.”—Henry Rollins (via triplepiroette)