Cut, starve, binge, purge, cut, starve, binge, purge. This stupid cycle is driving me crazy. My friends see my cuts, they worry and think I’m stupid for doing it. But they don’t know the real reasons behind the cuts. I’m stressed out, frustrated, helpless and lonely. This is the only way I know how to make me feel alive. This is my only identity.
I’m not exceptionally bright neither do I have a face of an angel. I don’t do exceptionally well neither am I popular with friends. I am not rich neither am I exceptionally poor. I don’t cut or starve for attention. It’s the only way I know I am real. It’s the only way I know how to release my fears and frustrations. I need protection too. I’m weak and vulnerable. I want to cry when I want to. I hate myself.