And I really don’t like going off with this specific subject (TW) but if you saw a bit back I talked about a need of release. Well another form of release I am used to is-surprise-self harm.

Of course my parents keep all knives, kitchen or other kinds, locked up. I’m not allowed to buy sharpeners or XActo knives or, obviously, razors. But of course I found a way. Of fucking course! Because for some reason I can’t just NOT do that. I hate it.

It doesn’t really even give me the gratification. I guess I’ve just gotten so use to the physical feeling of doing it that it doesn’t work anymore. The only reason I do it anymore, is honestly because I straight up feel like I deserve it. Really.

Anyway, I’ll probably end up deleting this thread in a bit. I just needed to get it out somewhere, especially somewhere where nobody knows me. Less concern, haha. :/ time to go