I used to do this for the thrill.
I’m gonna go run.
If my father could stop then I can too.
And when I run it’s gonna be the best fucking run of my life.
I’m not gonna fucking quit knowing I’ve gone so long, what kinda shit would that be.
I’m a beast, js. \(-_-)/
I feel like relapsing, it came suddenly and now I can’t get it out of my head :( I’m not sure what to do.
Don’t cut. Don’t cut. Don’t cut. Don’t cut. Don’t cut. Don’t cut. Don’t cut. Don’t cut. Don’t cut. Don’t cut. Don’t cut. Don’t cut. Don’t cut. Don’t cut. Don’t cut. Don’t cut. Don’t cut. Don’t cut. Don’t cut. Don’t cut. Don’t cut. Don’t cut. Don’t cut. Don’t cut. Don’t cut. Don’t cut. Don’t cut….
It’s 2:36am but I’m trying to reblog as much as possible to distract me
THIS IS MY EXACT SITUATION, BUT I WILL NOT BREAK MY PACT.
There is nothing more comforting, than feeling blood stream down your arm..

