Just give some stories if you want.
PS:I have history of cutting.
PS:I have history of cutting.
Foid behaviour
I'm too much of a pussy to ever hurt myself, I've already went through so much shit I don't want to experience pain anymore.
No, death (suicide) or nothing
If punching/slapping myself, and punching walls counts as self harm, then I have, many times.
I already have scars from punching concrete walls myself.
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Very sus name and very sus post for someone who joined just a few weeks ago
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Punching hand into the wall to the point of fracturing, hitting my head to the wall, breaking open a pencil sharpener and giving myself like 40 cuts
Bro chill take a black pill
I cut myself once to see if I would feel the "release" people say they feel when they do it when I was like 15. I didn't so I stopped. Sometimes when I'm extremely depressed i go full tard rage and punch the wall or myself
self harm and animal abuse were my desensitization "rituals" when i was younger
I have scars on my leg that say "fuckup", "loser" and "retard"
larp
my left forearm looks like a raked field
Friend me on discord and I will prove it I did it
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I punch and slap myself all the time but other than that the only time I really hurt myself was with a knife after a traumatic event in my life that pushed me over the edge.
Post tits and gtfo
These gray threads asking some specific questions while being overly appeasing in a low effort way always feel like someone is collecting some data for a paper.
It should be a crime to trick another human into contributing unwittingly to the vaguely self-aware garbage bin that is social science.
It should be a crime to trick another human into contributing unwittingly to the vaguely self-aware garbage bin that is social science.
I'd be happy to at least go down as some statistic. In real life nobody knows I even exist. If I died today nobody would remember I even was ther in the first place.
Only One time and it was after losing my salary on gambling I went into a public bathroom and tried to punch my face enough to get a nose bleed, didn't succeed, actually way harder than it seems. I punched my face like 30 times as hard as I could.
Than I used a tooth bladed swiss army knife and tried to cut my arm, was hard to cut deep enough for it to bleed which was the purpose, I simply wanted to see some blood. Eventually I succeeded but now a year later I have an ugly scar with many cuts visible at my upper arm. Thought it would go away...
Than I used a tooth bladed swiss army knife and tried to cut my arm, was hard to cut deep enough for it to bleed which was the purpose, I simply wanted to see some blood. Eventually I succeeded but now a year later I have an ugly scar with many cuts visible at my upper arm. Thought it would go away...
Never understood that, I don't care what others remember, all the people alive are kind of shit anyways and nothing happening after my death will have any effect on me. I can understand seeking status and social connections, but the desire to be remembered always seemed like a particularly weird form for those drives to express themselfs.
it's not fun when every day of your life looked like this. you yearn for some recognition
I'll be sympathetic, although there's an important difference...
If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?
If you lived, but nobody remembers you, did you ever exist?
As I said, I can understand that completly. That is my life you are describing with that picture. But being remembered is still a weird desire for me. You will no longer be around to experience or benefit from the recognition. I want to find friends, want to change the things I find more unbearable about the world we live in, I want to be desired and loved, I want children to care for and a partner to grow used to in that all-encompassing way older couples sometimes do, before that I would like to experience some variation in women to have a taste of the world of love, desire and sex. But being remembered is one of my weakest desires that still fits into this category.
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I don't really even exist even if I do I am a cockroach.
Aren't you yourself a person? For as long as you are alive, you yourself will be there to recognise your existence. You might someday die, but the same is true of everyone else who might remember you. Still don't get it.
I just want to exist
You do. Think what you want it something else.
There's levels to it and I think the male expression is generally different from female. For example walking out into traffic without looking. But we should also consider self harming behavior like getting strung out on cope substances and not sleeping for days.
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