tsumihoroboshi
Lost Impact
- Oct 31, 2023
- 199
i still have so much unresolved trauma to process. i've ruined my arms and i've ruined my own health and for what?? why?? re-watching things i watched as a child where i had no Physical scars yet. i feel so. i dunno. far away from myself. whatever "myself" is. disassociated.
the more attention i get on social media through my art makes me scared bcus i don't want any sort of popularity this late in my life. i don't like having so many eyes on me. i just want to exist away from it. so many people watching me and waiting for my public screw-ups. ex-friends that want to make me miserable because i wronged them. "you don't deserve all this attention". i really don't, but leave me alone.
i miss the times in my childhood that weren't so bad much. there was so much bad. constantly. the moments of peace are what i want back. growing up and realising i've ruined my body as an act of defiance and rebellion against myself because i hate myself so much has made me worse.
this is where it needs to finally stop. this constant self-harm NEEDS TO STOP. i wasn't the happiest kid at all. but i used to have a personality at least. i have to?? take CARE of my physical body? so hard to do from years of neglect. i have bad cholesterol now. that's something i have to worry about now. why.
i'll never stop wanting to die, i'll never stop attempting because i simply i have too many sins that i can only atone for in death, but the self-injury itself needs to. stop. i cant keep doing this. me and my friends are still in this edgy "i like the blood though" which. isn't healthy, i know.
i won't have peace of mind otherwise. and i have to constantly keep asking if i even deserve that. WHY? i have to resolve "why".
well. i know "why". every cut is a new "atonement". the true "atonement" though is through death. simply death. one day i will have attempted successfully and i won't burden any of them anymore. "callout" a dead person. that's the new thing to do, right?
sorry for the babbling. i feel like people here would understand my plight more-so than, well, my friends.
the more attention i get on social media through my art makes me scared bcus i don't want any sort of popularity this late in my life. i don't like having so many eyes on me. i just want to exist away from it. so many people watching me and waiting for my public screw-ups. ex-friends that want to make me miserable because i wronged them. "you don't deserve all this attention". i really don't, but leave me alone.
i miss the times in my childhood that weren't so bad much. there was so much bad. constantly. the moments of peace are what i want back. growing up and realising i've ruined my body as an act of defiance and rebellion against myself because i hate myself so much has made me worse.
this is where it needs to finally stop. this constant self-harm NEEDS TO STOP. i wasn't the happiest kid at all. but i used to have a personality at least. i have to?? take CARE of my physical body? so hard to do from years of neglect. i have bad cholesterol now. that's something i have to worry about now. why.
i'll never stop wanting to die, i'll never stop attempting because i simply i have too many sins that i can only atone for in death, but the self-injury itself needs to. stop. i cant keep doing this. me and my friends are still in this edgy "i like the blood though" which. isn't healthy, i know.
i won't have peace of mind otherwise. and i have to constantly keep asking if i even deserve that. WHY? i have to resolve "why".
well. i know "why". every cut is a new "atonement". the true "atonement" though is through death. simply death. one day i will have attempted successfully and i won't burden any of them anymore. "callout" a dead person. that's the new thing to do, right?
sorry for the babbling. i feel like people here would understand my plight more-so than, well, my friends.