For me or you or both

K-J-W-B-F I love the songs but I need to keep listening to them for another reason. When lyrics mean too much and you know you can’t talk to people about it, I recommend over exposure. The more times you are exposed to that thing that hurts you for meaning too much the more you get used to it. It’s what I have always done. I just keep letting them hit you until you get used to it then it doesn’t matter anymore. I have built myself a suit of armor for just this problem and I will keep adding the layers. All the songs but 3 have brought me to tears at least once this week. I just wish it all wasn’t so true. I wish that I didn’t care so much or remember these things.

W-H-M The energies. They hurt me. It helps others but it hurts me. I stopped feeling their energies so I didn’t get attached but sadly I recently let myself slip. I couldn’t had a worse timing for that slip and now it won’t get out of my head. So that slip leads to a slip in my emotions and memories of past and present. With all of this the future couldn’t feel farther. 

In no particular order lines taking over my mind. 

I guess we fell apart in the usual way. 

You’ve got a girl at home and everybody knows it.

Break. Burn. And End. 

Forgetting you would be like remembering someone that you never met.

I think its strange that you think I’m funny. 

And he’s long gone when he’s next to me.

Nothing safe is worth the drive.

Don’t you dream impossible things. 

You think its funny when I’m mad.

We fall in love until it hurts or bleeds.

This is THE worth while fight.

I would be smart to walk away but you are quicksand.

I have been cut free for almost 2 years, and then tonight happened. I was cleaning out my meds drawer, you know getting rid of extras and ones that are old and stuff like that. I had poured all of the pills to flush into a plastic bag and I thought long and hard about what would happen if I took all of them. I was honestly thinking about taking all of them. I am not in a good place tonight. I held together and went upstairs and flushed the pills but when I got back down stairs I couldn’t stop myself from searching for a razor and when I found one I couldn’t stop I cut 10 or 12 cuts on my chest so they would be easy to cover. Now I can’t stop thinking about it. addiction. 

angel-with-dirty-wings:

• Squeeze an icecube in your hand
• Snap a rubberband that’s around your wrist
• Draw lines with a red pen
• The butterfly project  X 
• Text or call a close friend, trust me they won’t mind.
• Draw, write, sing, paint.. be creative.
• Cuddle with your pet (but don’t let the cat scratch you)
• Write a message to me and we can talk <3

Hope this helps anyone, these work for me. Together we can do this. Stay strong and don’t be afraid of messaging me anytime. Hang in there <3

(Source: torn-and-frayed-wings)