Days since self harm: 35
25, February: I was told that I am not human. That I lack the qualities to be a human being. I believe it was meant to be an insult, but as he said it I took it as one of the biggest compliments that could be made. He called me sick. But he is the sick one. He is human.
3, March: I’ve been hallucinating a lot lately… No one seems to take it seriously. It started with believing people were present when in reality they weren’t and now there are voices. They scream. They whisper. But they never directly speak to me, they just…intimidate. There are sounds of screaming children…cringing in agony along with the voices. And when I cut, they stop…I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
5, March: I feel so numb. I haven’t felt this way is so long. My tremors are returning and my breath is lapsing. I need to end this. I feel my body deteriorating before me and it’s beautiful. utterly and senselessly beautiful.
