Office by Alex Penny
Nick. 19. In the process of figuring out who I am.
Officially 1 year self-harm free. Recovery is possible, guys, I’ve seen it for myself. There’s no reason why you can’t see it for yourself too.
Oh and it’s also my 19th birthday lol
On Saturday, it’ll be a year since a razor touched my skin.
Weary and discouraged.
One of those random moments where I miss being depressed; where I miss cutting myself.
Frustrated and angry with myself tonight.
Tonight is another one of those nights where I just feel like I’m doing everything wrong.
I’m just not as good as I should be; as good as people need me to be.
The thing that really sucks is that there’s no excuse for it. Deep down I’m just lazy and self-centered, or something. Time and time again I find myself rediscovering this fact, and wanting so much to do something about it, and then I end up doing nothing at all, and find myself in the exact same position, weeks, months down the track.
I’m just not as good as I should be.
I just feel really weak today. Like I need someone to protect me from everything.
