This is an album of what I did in the last week or so, along with some burns that aren't pictured (NSFW and sorry about my gigantic fucking disgusting pig leg)...I'll only post my favorites here:
I am nothing and I will always be nothing.
The dumbest part is that all of these were done because a person I love doesn't feel the same way about me. I wonder if anyone else here has self-harmed for a similar reason? I feel so stupid and juvenile and thought I was smarter than this. It sounds bad but I wish I could erase him from my memory.
I'm so tired of self-harming. Of hurting. Of being me. Of thinking so much. My brain just won't shut the fuck up. I want to die and need to die.
Holy fuck. My heart hurts for you, and truly goes out to you – and everyone else in here. I am so sorry that you are going through this.
To answer your question... yes, I've self-harmed because of this reason before, and reasons that are similar. To name a few:
- I've sat on the ground and cut my legs and let myself bleed out until someone called me back.
- I've cut and tried to quit my job (back when I was still "functional" and barely able to work) because someone tried to give me constructive criticism and I'm too fragile to handle it, and feel like a fucking failure who can literally never do anything right, ever.
- I've burned and cut myself because someone didn't like me back.
- I've hurt myself because someone made a new friend and I was afraid that they would like them better than me and not want to talk to me anymore.
- One time, all in one evening, I cut myself, banged my head against the wall, tried to buy a gun to shoot myself with, and applied to be a camgirl, all because someone I was interested in (and thought was interested in me back) didn't acknowledge me in the way I thought they would.
- One time I ended up hospitalized after cutting and scratching myself because someone was studying and didn't have time to talk to me.
- I've even self-harmed just by merely THINKING about the fact that my husband, at one point in the distant past – before he even met me – was in love with another woman, and I was afraid that he would leave me for her. Like, for FUCK'S sake, he loves me to pieces and tells/shows me that all the time, he puts up with my shit, he's faithful to me, he married ME... and I'm all wound up because of something I thought up in my head.
I was an adult when all of this happened – borderline personality disorder can actually go fuck itself. I understand how it feels so "juvenile", "stupid" and embarrassing (I feel the same whenever I hurt myself), but I completely understand where you're coming from. Like, COMPLETELY. Sending hugs your way, for whatever it's worth.