you know when your heart and chest get so tight and theres so much pressure you feel like you cant breathe and you cant stop thinking that maybe if you weren't like how you are now than maybe your parents would be together, you still speak to you father, your goddamn twin doesn't hate you and your mother favour the other child. and your brother and mums boyfriend call you names and hurt you while...

Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.Is this actually true, do words not hurt us? Surely they don’t we don’t have any physical scars so they haven’t hurt us, right? No just because we can’t see the wounds doesn’t mean they are not there. If I take my eyes off my laptop does it mean it is not there? No, it doesn’t. Look deeper, there will always be scars...

Okay so guys and girls, I need to do a questionnaire and I need some reliable people to quiz, if you up for the job, please comment your answers.info-Punk was first noticed in 1976 in London art schools. Punks worked against fashion and consumerism, generally they preserved negative values. Punk fashion was famous for safety pins, zips and a generally distressed look. Punk has broadened out into...

I'm scared. I don't know what to do, my brother found out how I've been self-harming. He took it so badly, He couldn't look at me for ages, and when he did he looked at my wrists, then looked away again.Aafter half an hour of silence he said "why?", Ii replied "because I wanted to". I couldn't say because I'm a fail as a daughter/sister/ person as a whole. He just asked "why?" again, it all came...

I want to write about all the good in my life and the world. But I can't nothing is right, everything I see is tainted by evil, darkness or in peoples sakes hurtful and harsh feelings and words. I mean is it so wrong to want to create a save haven where there is only your imperfections and your pain. It's selfish of me to want this I know, that is what makes me such selfish person.My mum and...

I am soo fucking scared right now. I am scared of myself, my exams, my feelings. I feel so empty, it's like a huge f black hole filling me up. Two days, two days since i stopped and i failed, i had to do it one more time. I'm sorry, the marks on my wrists have started to fade but i didn't deserve it, i'm a horrible sister and daughter. i i can't do anything right, i keep fuckking up. I have...

Hi everyone,Just kinda wanted to say that I have taken to drowning my self in music (mostly MCR, they kinda rock) and writing.I can't decide whether to tally how many days I have managed not to erm... well.. harm myself. if you think this is a good idea or bad idea please comment.I have found suggestions on how to stop very useful, i have found a fews hobbies; horse ridding, swimming, drawing and...

I did it again. I just can't seem to stop, my penknife is right by my bed so i guess it doesn't help. But every time I hide it and forget about it, I go find it when I feel depressed. Pain is the only feeling I can actually feel properly, and it is so addictive I can't help it.I wonder why people don't notice, but then I remember they just don't care. My friends just don't notice that I have...