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dante ⋆˙⟡ my age will always be in my bio ⋆˙⟡ not new to shedtwt, I deleted my previous account
I follow back ⋆˙⟡ “be not afraid”
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the entire reason for my self harm was to obtain scars, but I’m so unbothered about cutting that going through the motions of it even mentally is a bore
I wallow in a purgatory that exists between “I want my arm to be filled with scars until it reaches the stage where members of the public cannot help but stare” and “my barely noticeable scars are unpleasant to have on my body and I desire no more”
I am plagued with my recognition of speech patterns, mannerisms and general gist. My eyes idly flicked over a few words and I’d hit the target on who it was immediately. I can’t run away from much
“I don’t smoke” has been stuck in my head for two days now, and I feel myself descending further into madness at the lyric “if your hands need to break more than trinkets in your room, you can lean on my arm as you break my heart”
furthermore, I would have to ruin my routines of being in the presence of my friend all the time to get my steps in. I am heavily attracted to ruining my shit once more out of sheer guilt for what I’ve caused
I know just how badly anorexia shredded my life to fragments of misery, but right now starving myself once more seems alright. I’m fully recovered, why am I considering something plainly foolish. My dog is begging for the boiling hot water on the stove