rosedrops and lemoncholy wrapped in thunderstorms
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So it’s Day 100 and I just don’t know. I keep hearing “Oh, the further you get away from it, the easier it’ll be to stop.” Guys, it’s getting harder. I trigger at least three times a week and I keep having emotional breakdowns. So after tonight I won’t ever post again about my progress with this. I just don’t see the point.
So whether I relapse in two days or two months or never again I just can’t put it out here on Tumblr anymore. If you know me in person you’re always welcome to ask, just be aware that I honestly don’t think I’ll make it through the summer and it’s killing me. I don’t want to keep posting pictures of days if all I intend to do is keep starting over.
However, there is some happiness to this. I went a hundred days without cutting when it was the most prominent thing on my mind. One hundred fucking days. Considering that five months ago I was contemplating suicide, this is amazing. And my its friends who stuck by me all the way through it that is probably the only reason I didn’t cut too deep one night. They’re the reason I stopped.
And this is turning mushy and emotional, but this was supposed to be a thank-you. And possibly an advanced apology.
I just don’t know guys, but I do know I’m trying. I hope that’ll be enough for now.
You know that moment when you’re reading a book and you just have to stop and bite your lip and squeal or sigh or close your eyes and wrinkle your nose and forehead and press the book against your heart and just like sit there and try to soak up the gorgeous literature via osmosis?
That’s my favorite part of reading.
(Source: tommyshawsboots)
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What if I just left? Just took a walk and didn’t come back? A long walk.
Off a short pier perhaps.
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Oh God, I wouldn’t have anybody in my life if they knew what I do and what I think about.i’ve done things i pray literally no one will ever find out about ever
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About rosedrops and lemoncholy wrapped in thunderstorms
Call me Hannah or Sketch.
Take my hand and run away with me over the horizon. I want to be an adventurer drinking dandelion wine with whimsy griffins with a purple crayon in my pocket. I want to create something.
Take my hand and run away with me over the horizon. I want to be an adventurer drinking dandelion wine with whimsy griffins with a purple crayon in my pocket. I want to create something.
