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I'm not good at sharing. The emotional shit that I mention in here? It's like, I don't know, tip of the iceberg stuff.
Right now, I'm not in pain, which is probably why I'm letting myself talk. Even now, with this little information, there's a 50/50 chance that I'll delete this post before I send it.
But back when I was cutting. Well, cutting regularly, because I have actually done a touch somewhat recently. Back when I was cutting regularly, I mentioned it maybe once in every twenty times. Something like that. I don't really remember. Bad memory.
When I hurt, I clam up. The bigger the hurt is, the less I'll talk about it. When I'm pain-free, I'm a regular chatterbox.
Every single post of mine that deals with pain was agonized over and nearly deleted several times.
FYI, you know.
And I am more open here than anywhere else in my life.
Right now, I'm not in pain, which is probably why I'm letting myself talk. Even now, with this little information, there's a 50/50 chance that I'll delete this post before I send it.
But back when I was cutting. Well, cutting regularly, because I have actually done a touch somewhat recently. Back when I was cutting regularly, I mentioned it maybe once in every twenty times. Something like that. I don't really remember. Bad memory.
When I hurt, I clam up. The bigger the hurt is, the less I'll talk about it. When I'm pain-free, I'm a regular chatterbox.
Every single post of mine that deals with pain was agonized over and nearly deleted several times.
FYI, you know.
And I am more open here than anywhere else in my life.