Oh anxiety. We all feel it now and again. Its healthy in a lot of ways. It protects us from danger, it regulates our body but for some, like myself, it is completely debilitating.I grew up a fairly normal childhood. I did the things that other kids did, I had friends, I went to school, but I always noticed that something was a little off with me. Things seemed to bother me more so then they did...

Last time I wrote a journal, people kept commenting on how it didn't belong in the Journal category. Which is astounding since a journal is basically like a blog, so it should be what you want it to say. Sorry I didn't write a two paragraph entry on how cute my crush is. That should be considered spam, not a entry about how my addiction came to start. If you read the little attention header whilst...

I remember the very first time I cut myself. It was in a graveyard. Happy, I know, but thats really where it happened. It wasn't very deep, and I made sure I had a clean sharp blade to do it, but I will never forget what it felt like.I have tried smoking, drinking, and numerous other addictive hobbies, but I have never felt the instant satisfaction like I did when I cut myself. From the very first...

Oh my god. I need a good, old fashioned rant festival right now. Ok. So my boyfriend up until tonight is 37 years old, I am 17. We have literally been through HELL and back to be together. I have over came self injury, self issues, and for once in my life I felt like somebody really loved me for who I was. We were together for nine months, four of those months were secret but then the police found...