ugh
Sorry it's been so long since I've been on.
I wonder if anybody thought I'd died.
My mother had me put in treatment.
They wouldn't …
My name is Kalea Jones and I am not a diagnosis. There is so much I could write here, I like to talk about myself and I'm okay with that. My favorite color is purple and I love to dress up. I'm on a journey to better myself and to rid myself of bad habbits. I want to learn more about myself and about the world around me. I've finally found the family and home I've always wanted and I feel like it's only just started for me.
My name is Kalea Jones and I am not a diagnosis. There is so much I could write here, I like to talk about myself and I'm okay with that. My favorite color is purple and I love to dress up. I'm on a journey to better myself and to rid myself of bad habbits. I want to learn more about myself and about the world around me. I've finally found the family and home I've always wanted and I feel like it's only just started for me.
Music, art, design, spending time with my family, dressing up, going out, writing, cuddling, and play fighting.
Music, art, design, spending time with my family, dressing up, going out, writing, cuddling, and play
Sorry it's been so long since I've been on.
I wonder if anybody thought I'd died.
My mother had me put in treatment.
They wouldn't …
Hey, I am feeling better now. I haven't cut and I've pretty much left all my scabs alone.
Still not doing so well in school tho.
Valentines day …
I haven't cut in a couple days but I'm still picking at the wound on my knee, although it doesn't look as bad as it did. It stopped …
I am definately not the happiest person in the world right now. More than anything I've disappointed myself.
I skinned my knee somehow and I …
Well, I guess I've been on the train of deppresion since the age of seven, maybe earlier, at least that's when they started shoving anti-depressents down my throat. I've tried to kill myself before, wasn't any good, went through treatment, and blah, blah, blah, but I'm still not any better. Depression is the pits.
I've been self harming for twelve out of my seventeen years and the addiction to feeling the razors on my skin is beginning to make itself permanently at home. It needs to take a hike but I don't know how, or am sure I'll be able to.
My mom's a pharmiscist so it's not like the drugs are hard to come by. I take whatever I can get my hands in the way of sleeping, pain, and anxiety medications. Pretty much anything that will make me fade for a while. If I can't get those, I take whatever's laying on the counter. I don't know how I'm not dead yet because I'm told random mixtures of medications are definately not good. I fear I may be closer to dieing at a young age than I think.
I love a person for who they are, not what's between their legs. Leaning a bit more torwards girls but I'm attracted to guys too. It's hard to be bisexual where I live, in a religously oppressive town that seems to enjoy ranting about how it's a sin (don't even believe in god but the critisicm still hurts)
My case probably isn't as severe as some of the people here and I feel kinda bad for making it out to be terrible when, well I'm sure whoever's reading this knows what I mean. It's a case none the less.
I have it in my hands and wrists and as I'm sure we know can be quite painful. It really sucks because I can't play my guitar anymore, and plenty of other instruments, which was my passion. I can't write for long periods of time either. I'm not recieving treatments currently but my doctor is looking into it.
ADD runs in my family like water runs in a river. I'm one of many of us. My head constantly feels like I have a wall of televisions in my brain and everyone is on a different channel.