Seconded.

This is going to disgust you.

When you see this, you’ll unfollow me.

You’re going to think I am crazy for posting this.

But none of those things matter to me. See this? I mean do you really see it? I want you to look at this. You may have seen the scabs, the scars, or the millions of bracelets and tightly pulled sleeves but you haven’t seen this. I have seen this a million times. A million times I have looked down at my own arms and seen this. Worse than this. I’ve seen arms so badly cut that I’ve wondered how I never bled to death. Does this look like the result of someone just seeking a little attention? Do these look like hesitation marks to you? No. These are the marks of anger, resentment, fear, self-hatred. These are the marks of a deeply disturbed and ill-equipped human being. But that doesn’t mean it’s the mark of an insane person. You think you’re so different from the cutters? You’re no different. Whenever you drink the pain away. smoke the pain away, diet the pain away, cry the pain away. Whenever you use something to cope with your negative emotions, you’re doing exactly what we do. Self-injury is not a “phase,” it’s not  “just for attention.” It’s a sickness. It’s a fucking disease. Don’t ever look down someone who feels so low that they hurt themselves just to feel something. And don’t call us crazy. We’re not crazy, we’re lost. -Samantha