On Days When I Hate How I Look

Last night, I looked in the mirror and hated everything about the way I looked. I became mad that I would even be out in public looking as unkept and, dare I say, masculine as I did last night. Then I became sad. Then I became very anxious. It was time to go home. I…

Blind Obedience Through My Weakest Yes

If I’m being brutally honest with myself, I’d have to admit that I am addicted to self harm… and I honestly don’t see a problem with it. Initially, burning myself was simply my way of tangibly feeling the intangible emotions that overwhelmed me, but over time, I’m finding that it’s quickly becoming a tool of…