Still not sure why tho.
Or who I'm fighting for. But I am. I may go up and down a lot, but I'm fighting. And even when I'm cutting I'm fighting. I'm fighting to control the side of me that says I NEED to die. When I cut.... It helps me hold on to my sanity.
It just..... It's hard to explain. It just makes me slow down and focus on one thing. As unhealthy as that is, it keeps me held together for a few seconds. I just wish I had ONE FRIEND to tell everything to. One person to listen and fangirl and someone who accepts my fetish. I mean, I thought I had that, but I didn't. Whatever. Who fucking cares about any of this?
-Katie
Or who I'm fighting for. But I am. I may go up and down a lot, but I'm fighting. And even when I'm cutting I'm fighting. I'm fighting to control the side of me that says I NEED to die. When I cut.... It helps me hold on to my sanity.
It just..... It's hard to explain. It just makes me slow down and focus on one thing. As unhealthy as that is, it keeps me held together for a few seconds. I just wish I had ONE FRIEND to tell everything to. One person to listen and fangirl and someone who accepts my fetish. I mean, I thought I had that, but I didn't. Whatever. Who fucking cares about any of this?
-Katie
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