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Aixerona
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22 January 2008 @ 06:33 am
how bout some credit now where credit is due for the damage we do to oursleves  
i needed someone to talk to and couldn't reach anyone... my ex-boyfriend's cousin had showed uninvited to my apartment.
long story short, i found myself crying at suddenly offline messenger windows, next thing i know there's a broken martini glass in my hand that's been smashed into the wall, into my wrist. and i kept at it. hitting myself with it more than slashing, right where you're "not supposed to".
then blood started spurting instead of flowing. and it wouldn't stop, there were trails of it following me everywhere. along the walls, the floor, the bedsheets and the carpet.
 
 
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insomanycolors[info]insomanycolors on January 23rd, 2008 03:28 am (UTC)
...that would be such a scary situation. I'd probably panic.
I'm so, so glad you got help.
I know we don't really know each other, but I honestly worry about you all the time. I'm always checking my friends page here to see if you've updated, hoping you're okay.
you just seem to be in so much pain, it breaks my heart.
please hang in there.
I know it's hard..
Hannah: basquiat[info]kaleidopunk on January 23rd, 2008 02:09 pm (UTC)
i'm glad you're okay. I've only scared myself like that once, had to get stitched. It really is frightening, i'm glad you got help as well.
I am always reassured when you post in your journal, even though i know that doesn't mean you're okay. xxx
[info]ablacklie on January 23rd, 2008 08:19 pm (UTC)
i''m so sorry :(
please try to take care?
i realise that sounds like a stupid thing to say, given the nature of the situation.
There is no Marina, only Zool[info]bee_york on January 24th, 2008 05:24 am (UTC)
I don't even know what to say.

I am SO glad you chose to get help though. To say the absolute *least*. :/ It's hard to express such things in mere words.
I'm so glad you got yourself to the hospital.

But I echo the comments of everyone else who's commented on this post. I, too, find myself looking at your journal often to check up on you and see if you're okay/if you've at least updated.