Just like you, I have a name, I have a story.
Jamie. 17. Cutter. This blog is solely used to post my cuts, like a visual diary, if you will.
Anonymous asked: Whats do you call a bear without teeth? ... a gummy bear! (I hope this made you smile!)
Haha, it did. Thank-you anon :)
I’m so sick of being fat. Nobody takes me seriously because I’m fat. Nobody likes me, nobody listens to me, everyone just thinks I’m a huge (<- literally) loser. I don’t want to eat ever again. Maybe if I just go cry and cut myself I’ll feel better.
If not, maybe I’ll just kill myself instead.
The moment you realize your problems aren’t important enough. When you realize nobody cares. When you’re filled with so much emotion you feel like you’ll explode.
When you have nothing left to live for, but you’re too afraid to die.
Today. Cut over some scars.
It’s been awhile, I thought I could resist, but today was an especially bad day. Feeling suicidal.
Hey guys, sorry I randomly disappeared like that. I haven’t really had anything to post because I haven’t cut in awhile. I’ve been really tempted to though, so many times.
I miss the feeling of the blade slicing through my skin, the blood oozing out, the sting of fresh cuts in the shower…
But I’m trying to be strong. Although it occurred to me, why? Why do I bother fighting the urge to cut? I’m single and fat, nobody sees my body. I haven’t been controlling anything else in my life, so why should I waste my effort controlling this?
I think I might have something to post soon. We’ll see how this goes.
