[thenameseli]

You say you understand what it's like being a teenager: you don't. it's been more than 30 years for you. Stop making me hate myself. You're supposed to guide me, to make me feel better. Instead, you're making my life hell, and you'll never get that. After we fight, don't ask if I'm still cutting myself- the answer will always be no. (even though it's yes)

to my love:
Stop kicking me to the curve after I tell you the truth, or try to help you. We're both fucked up and you know that. Stop holding my self harm against me. Stop being so mean to me. I'm in love with you- can't you see that?????