Today I realized how much I like bleeding.
I don't know why I do, but there's something about it that I like.
Earlier I was just sitting around and the thought came to me.
I just...really like blood. I don't have some freaky blood 'fetish' or anything, and I don't like to smear it all over or drink it or anything like that.
Just...I like the act of bleeding.
I think I find it calming.
Maybe I'm totally off, but this is kind of what I've been thinking about today.
Perhaps that's half of the reason why I cut.
I just might be piecing it all together...
I have the punishment thing down, and now I'm adding on to it with the fact that I just like to bleed.
Hmm...
I don't know why this is so complex. It really shouldn't be. I'm not a very complex person.
Today was kind of a waste.
I've felt like that about the last several days, honestly.
I've gotten some things accomplished, but I just feel really lazy and disgusting.
I'm so gross. I looked into the mirror today while brushing my teeth, and I almost started crying.
I need to make a lot of changes, and if I don't make them soon, I don't think I'll ever make them.
It's been three (? I think) days since I last cut, but I've felt like doing it every night ever since.
I'm just always too tired to do it...and I can't make myself sign offline.
Every night for the past several nights I've been talking to this guy online, and I don't like to cut myself when I'm talking to someone, even if they'll never know. It just feels wrong. I don't know. That might not make any sense.
Well, I like talking to him, so I don't sign off until really late, and then I just kind of crash. I'll lie in bed for an hour (minimum) and just think. I'll be too devoid of energy to cut, because I can never make cutting a short procedure.
I need to start trying to sleep earlier.
A few hours ago I had the lights off and it was just after dark and I had just my laptop on, and I curled up in my bed and it was so nice. I could've fallen asleep right then and there.
Sleeping in the dark is so much better than sleeping in the light.
When I go to sleep when it's light out, I feel like I hardly even slept.
It's just different....in a bad way.
I wonder if my lack of interest in sex/lack of sex drive is something that I caused, or if that's just how I am.
People try to make you feel like you're a freak if you're not interested in tapping everything that you see.
Maybe it is weird since sex is a natural thing and that's how we continue as a species, but I'm tired of feeling so weird all the time because I have no interest in sex whatsoever.
Maybe it's because I'm fat and disgusting and I hate my body and I don't want to share it with anyone. That's possible. That's probably at least partly why. It can't be the whole reason, though, because I don't even have sexual urges. Yeah, I have crushes a lot and I like men, but I never feel like doing any more than just kissing.
It's not that I'm a prude either. I'm really not.
I don't know.
For a little while not that long ago I was really considering asexuality and whatnot.
I don't know though if that applies to me or not.
I'm not really sure.
It's confusing.
I never thought that I'd ever be confused about my sexuality/sexual identity at ALL. I'm confortable in my orientation and gender -- I'm confident that I am a heterosexual female. However, some aspects of my sexual identity are fuzzy.
It's just...weird. I don't like it. I don't like being confused.
I feel very...caught in the middle in regards to a lot of things.
I want to live the perfect life, be stable and happy, work hard, find love, and do everything that I'd always dreamed I'd do....but yet I also feel like giving up, working as little as possible, and going on the way I am.
There's a part of the old child inside of myself that keeps trying to make me go back to the way I was before I fell into a black pit of depression, despair, and self-injury, but it's a very small part that often lacks power. I want it but I don't think that I want it badly enough...or maybe I just can't do it.
Part of the problem is that I'm getting used to being how I am now: unstable, lazy, a cutter, etc. It's becoming all too familiar and comfortable and I'm almost even becoming
okay with it...to an extent.
All I know is that some changes need to be made....and soon.
EDIT: Oh god.
I just looked back at old entries and found these two pictures:
1 &
2.
They're from a month ago or more.
They're making me really really want to cut the top of my arm again.
It's the most satisfying place now. I just want to hack away at my arm and make even just one deep cut.
It's so hard not to.
I can't. I really can't.
I'm going on a trip (July 26th to August 2nd) and we'll be in California and I'll have to wear short sleeves a lot to go along with all of the shirts and stuff that we have to wear (it's a school trip).
I can't possibly walk around with a band-aid the whole time.
I don't want to draw attention to my already scarred-up arm.
Fuck.
I want to do this so badly.
Maybe I'll try a deep one somewhere else...
I don't know.