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[Blue Canary]

^Absolutely nowhere. We were having a normal conversation and he lashed out at me two hours later. He accused me of lying about his writing and it escalated from there. He told me that our conversations weren't "stimulating" enough. Prick.
I've been crying for like the past two days straight.

[Astica]

^Absolutely nowhere. We were having a normal conversation and he lashed out at me two hours later. He accused me of lying about his writing and it escalated from there. He told me that our conversations weren't "stimulating" enough. Prick.
I've been crying for like the past two days straight.

Wow. Have you two spoken since? Has there been any explanation of something that might have happened? I'm sorry it ended that way

[Blue Canary]

Nope. I haven't heard from him within these past two days, and I have zero idea where it came from.

[imaginary friend]

He wanted out, didn't have the balls to say so, tried to find a way to turn it all into something you did. Spineless turd. Fuck him.

[Blue Canary]

He wanted out, didn't have the balls to say so, tried to find a way to turn it all into something you did. Spineless turd. Fuck him.

Well we talked for a long time today, and he apologized for the whole ordeal. He has a lot of mental issues, and he said that he was flat-out not ready for a relationship. Not in a douchey "I'd rather see other people" way, but he's not stable. When I was regretting breaking up with him a few days ago, I sent him a gift of a mug with a pixel-heart that changed colors with hot liquid. I told him that I'd sent him one, but he didn't have to open it. When he asked what I had sent and I told him, he sobbed hard over the phone. It was haunting.
I understand him more now than I did when we were together, and I love him now more than I ever did (but in a different way). Our parting words were:
Him: Don't worry about me.
Me: I always will.
BAM.
BEAUTIFUL BREAKUP. It was like a movie.

[CeeGBee]

He wanted out, didn't have the balls to say so, tried to find a way to turn it all into something you did. Spineless turd. Fuck him.

Well we talked for a long time today, and he apologized for the whole ordeal. He has a lot of mental issues, and he said that he was flat-out not ready for a relationship. Not in a douchey "I'd rather see other people" way, but he's not stable. When I was regretting breaking up with him a few days ago, I sent him a gift of a mug with a pixel-heart that changed colors with hot liquid. I told him that I'd sent him one, but he didn't have to open it. When he asked what I had sent and I told him, he sobbed hard over the phone. It was haunting.
I understand him more now than I did when we were together, and I love him now more than I ever did (but in a different way). Our parting words were:
Him: Don't worry about me.
Me: I always will.
BAM.
BEAUTIFUL BREAKUP. When they make the movie, I'll be rich.

Fixed.

[Blue Canary]

Darn tootin', Cee.

[Indja]

Making this small to avoid triggering anyone by accident. It's about self-harm. You have been warned.

I self-harmed for the first time in 4 years today. I got totally stressed out about exams and life and whatnot and then saw something on tumblr which sort of triggered me, and usually I can deal with that kind of stuff but today it just snowballed and I ended up scratching a hole in my side. (don't ask me why scratching is my "preferred" method, I really don't know.) I talked to some friends about it and they were all perfect and supportive without being preachy, but I'm still incredibly frustrated and disappointed. I really thought I was past all of this but... apparently not. I've emailed the university counselling service to ask for an appointment because I didn't talk to anyone about this stuff the first time I went through it and it was *awful*, so hopefully talking about it with them as well as being open about it to my friends will help and fingers crossed I don't do it again. I've had it a few times recently where something's sent me off thinking about it but today's been the first time in 4 years that I actually did anything, which is really frustrating. And I know it's ridiculous but I feel like I let down the people I talked to when I was first triggered. I don't know. Got an exam in 5 hours, I am not ready for this...

[Astica]

Making this small to avoid triggering anyone by accident. It's about self-harm. You have been warned.

I self-harmed for the first time in 4 years today. I got totally stressed out about exams and life and whatnot and then saw something on tumblr which sort of triggered me, and usually I can deal with that kind of stuff but today it just snowballed and I ended up scratching a hole in my side. (don't ask me why scratching is my "preferred" method, I really don't know.) I talked to some friends about it and they were all perfect and supportive without being preachy, but I'm still incredibly frustrated and disappointed. I really thought I was past all of this but... apparently not. I've emailed the university counselling service to ask for an appointment because I didn't talk to anyone about this stuff the first time I went through it and it was *awful*, so hopefully talking about it with them as well as being open about it to my friends will help and fingers crossed I don't do it again. I've had it a few times recently where something's sent me off thinking about it but today's been the first time in 4 years that I actually did anything, which is really frustrating. And I know it's ridiculous but I feel like I let down the people I talked to when I was first triggered. I don't know. Got an exam in 5 hours, I am not ready for this...

You're in your fourth year of uni, right? I've never really been a self-harmer, but me and both of my close friends from my film honours classes in fourth year found ourselves in similar positions of being stressed to the point of doing varying self-destructive things and needing to talk to the uni counsellors. Final year exams and dissertations and things are severely fucking stressful, I hope to assure you that so many people need professional help dealing with this stuff that there is absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about with it. Much better to be one of the ones that asks for help rather than one of the ones who holds out for fear of embarrassment and lets their grades/psyche suffer further for it.

[Indja]

Making this small to avoid triggering anyone by accident. It's about self-harm. You have been warned.

I self-harmed for the first time in 4 years today. I got totally stressed out about exams and life and whatnot and then saw something on tumblr which sort of triggered me, and usually I can deal with that kind of stuff but today it just snowballed and I ended up scratching a hole in my side. (don't ask me why scratching is my "preferred" method, I really don't know.) I talked to some friends about it and they were all perfect and supportive without being preachy, but I'm still incredibly frustrated and disappointed. I really thought I was past all of this but... apparently not. I've emailed the university counselling service to ask for an appointment because I didn't talk to anyone about this stuff the first time I went through it and it was *awful*, so hopefully talking about it with them as well as being open about it to my friends will help and fingers crossed I don't do it again. I've had it a few times recently where something's sent me off thinking about it but today's been the first time in 4 years that I actually did anything, which is really frustrating. And I know it's ridiculous but I feel like I let down the people I talked to when I was first triggered. I don't know. Got an exam in 5 hours, I am not ready for this...

You're in your fourth year of uni, right? I've never really been a self-harmer, but me and both of my close friends from my film honours classes in fourth year found ourselves in similar positions of being stressed to the point of doing varying self-destructive things and needing to talk to the uni counsellors. Final year exams and dissertations and things are severely fucking stressful, I hope to assure you that so many people need professional help dealing with this stuff that there is absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about with it. Much better to be one of the ones that asks for help rather than one of the ones who holds out for fear of embarrassment and lets their grades/psyche suffer further for it.

3rd year, but it is my final year, yes. It's stressful as hell and I don't know how they can possibly think that this is an OK format for an education system. I don't feel embarrassed about getting help, I just feel angry and disappointed at myself for needing it after such a long time. But yeah, I'm not so attached to the promise of either a 2:1 or to my ego that I'd let this fester like I did when I was younger.