
SomewhereAlongThe
Arcanist
- May 17, 2024
- 461
I feel like crying, screaming and pulling my hair out. Most importantly, I want to cut and self harm. I never feel like that. I can feel the itching and burning sensations on my arms, and it's like raw flesh is crying out "cut me! cut me!" What am I even worth anyways, if I did do it. Nobody cares until they have to. It's the same chime from everyone around me "try to control your urges, it'll get better." No, there's something seriously wrong here. Some people have it better than others, and that's not fucking fair. You can't understand until you have a disability holding you back from life, that's what autism is. And yet, it's glorified, some people strut around with it like it's some sort of fucking identity to be proud of. But for others, it's a death sentence. You're watching the world function around you, people interact and be happy, while you are this estranged weirdo so yes.... I want to cut.... I want to, but even when I'm a bloody mess I still don't matter. So what's the point.