yes put away the stupid scissors
just think about it - how is this going to help you? how is it going to help anyone?
you're too fab okay please don't do that again

thank you c: I don't really know you but this means a lot.

(*hugs*) okay I promise thank you dearie

I've been clean for exactly two days now :cool:


I'm eating mini gumdrops with my needles because wtf self

(*hugs*) same here. Hang in there. Once I'm 18 I'm coming for you. (lol that sounded so stalkerish O_O)
(*hugs*) stop okay
i promised myself i would stop after the first time and i did and you're going to stop too. Just no okay dearie? (*hugs*)

Hey hey hey :< definitely try to stay strong and out those scissors away. Though it may seem like the best option at times when you don't know what to do, it in no way helps you. It just harms you more and causes you to get more stressed out. So just try and find something to replace it like drawing lines on yourself with a marker even... Or to calm down just relax and listen to some helpful music or something. Just please make an effort to stay away from the scissors please :c i really hope you feel better soon!

I'm scared. I'm really really scared. I think my parents don't want me to write as much anymore. But I can't stop writing. It's not a choice- I have to. If I don't write, I feel like I'll die. It's extreme, yes, but I can't help it. Writing is absolutely everything to me. I used to be passionate about other things- fencing, science, history- but now writing has claimed dominance over them. It's not that I don't enjoy those activities. It's just that writing gives me more joy than anything else. And now I think my parents are trying to take away the one thing that gives me the barest sliver of sanity and I don't know what to do.

how are they going to stop you from writing? that makes no sense. what are they gonna do, take away all your pencils and pens and paper? you can always find more at school. and write during lunch. and write in bed under covers under darkness. and write in your head, even if it gets lost between memory and oblivion. you'll always have your words, honey. you're not going to lose them. you're not going to lose your sanity. you're going to be okay.

Thanks c: Yeah, I was being irrational. But it kinda terrified me at the time just the notion of not being able to write. They think I'm too obsessed with it. Which is hypocritical, as my father said that there were other people whose passions were a thousand times greater than mine, so they were more likely to succeed in those areas. Thank you, though.

i feel like a liar every time i say, "i'm fine."

I'm so fucking tired of losing, okay?
Even more than that, I'm tired of coming in second.
Can I not just be the best at something for once?
And appreciate it?