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I recently went through a break up and its been a hard process after 5 years of being single. I read a quote somewhere that said “So many women fall for the wrong men often because the wrong men say all the right things.”

I’ve been so angry and hurt that I fell for the illusion. I sat in bed and cried until I felt it was out of my system, and then I journaled. Here is an excerpt of the end:

“I can forgive myself for trusting someone - and getting hurt. I know that I truly tried, I gave my heart and I treated him in a way that I don’t regret. I was good, I was human, I wasn’t wrong in my actions. I can say that I was someone I wanted to be. I don’t have to be ashamed of my actions. I love myself and I know where I’m going. I know that I will be ok. There are enough people out there to hurt me, I don’t need to hurt myself. My scars don’t define me, and I don’t need more to prove that I’ve been hurt or that I hurt, because I’ll be ok no matter what, and I deserve to treat myself well - even more so when someone else doesn’t. I deserve to be happy. I’ll be good to me…promise.”

No matter what you’re going through, remind yourself that you deserve better. Don’t let the demons win. Stay strong.

You know what’s so awesome about this blog? I can be whomever I feel like being. If I’m happy or sad, angry, depressed, manic, bored, whatever. I can just be me. I can blog or just repost things I relate to or just think are funny. Being anonymous is so liberating. I heart you tumblr.

I have a new relationship. Sort of. It’s so volatile that it’s taking me back to cutting. This is the second person I’ve been with and I contracted an std. I found out on Monday. I was devastated. I’ve been crying all week and it feels like all we ever do is fight.

I’m in an extraordinary amount of pain and I really need support. The only person I’ve told is my therapist. I found out today that I contracted it from oral sex and the hsv 1 that he has was contracted recently…which probably means from me…However I had no idea I even had hsv1. I’ve never had fever blisters or exterior cold sores. Now I have genital herpes. Self harm has come up and he says he doesn’t know if he can deal with it. I don’t want the relationship to end but I feel like it’s going to. Something in my heart says things aren’t going to work out. Second serious relationship of my life and not only do I get my heart broken but I also contract an std. I never want to date again. I would rather be single for the rest of my life than deal with this again. I will never open up to anyone again. I feel like cutting. I feel like dying.

I want to cut so bad that no one will ever want me. Put me in the hospital. I don’t care anymore. I feel dead inside anyway. I’m a broken, walking disease.

I am going to go to my happy place. Where I am safe and loved.

That’s the only place where I’m ok. The real world has fucked me over too many times. I’d rather be alone and live in a fantasy world than be stabbed by the millions of blades that life so generously throws at me.

Just let me have my blades and pills and I will fly away.

My heart is so tired. I just want to sleep…

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