I hurt myself. I don't know why. I know I'm going through a hard time and I'm depressed because of it. I know hurting myself is in my head and it won't get out. I am infatuated like a schoolgirl with her first pedophilic abuser, only it's violent in rather a different way. Posting all the images of my obsession here probably isn't the healthiest way of dealing with things, but sometimes it helps. In the end, I'd prefer to be staring at pictures of blood and not at my own. Maybe someone else will find the same respite here, but it's already enough if no one does. This blog is keeping me alive for now.