Self-harm isn’t about how deep the cuts are, how many there are, where you do them, how bad they scar, if one person has more than you or has gone deeper. It’s not a goddamn competition. It’s about pain, and suffering, and being trapped in your own fucking mind with no way out. It’s being so fucking desperate, and down, that you have to result to a physical pain to let out the psychological pain. I don’t give a shit who you are, if you tell me self-harm is for attention, I’m going to kick your goddamn ass.
I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.
