I think the saddest thing about myself that I’m starting to realize is that I’m so dependent on “love” for happiness that if it’s stripped away from me in any capacity then I completely spiral into a state of hopelessness and despair. This isn’t healthy at all.
Go to the store a buy a blank sketch book, washable crayola markers (all different colors/glow in the dark markers/etc.) and a glue stick. Anytime you feel like cutting pull out your markers, draw pretty designs with different colors that match your emotion(s) at that moment. Draw on your arms, your thighs, your wrists, wherever you cut. Make swirls, make straight lines, make dots, be emotionally creative. When you’re done, take a picture of it, print it out and glue it into your sketchbook. Write down the time and date. Next to/above/underneath your photo, explain what made you draw the designs you did, what each color represents emotion wise, write a poem and what made you want to cut/draw that day.
Does it trip anyone else out that “G” is just an arrow going in a circle?
honestly fuck this post
Though I may seem at times somewhat distant from you, through the gray mist of my own moods, I am never far; my thoughts always circle around you.
It’s amazing that the heart makes no noise when it cracks.
Happiness is a selfish thought that can only be achieved by truly loving yourself first.
