polkadotstockings

I wish I could cut my entire body and have people worry about me. I wish I could blackout every night from alcohol and have someone take care of me the next day. I want to be hurting and cared for. My head isn’t ready to be normal yet, inside I’m still a teenager yet I’ve lost all my emotions. I don’t like this feeling of emptiness, at least I had something to show for my pain before… let me hurt enough for people to worry. My body doesn’t have enough scars to become normal yet. I haven’t experimented with enough destructive behaviours. Nobody will care about me once I’m normal.