We all cope with it differently; some of us talk to people about it, others keep it to themselves and suffer in silence, the rest? They don’t cope. They are like me. The only way I cope is by drawing on my arm and hand when it gets a bit too much or by driving myself insane from holding it all in. Bottling it all up. It’s not healthy, I’m fully aware of that but I’m not going to do anything about it my only other option is relapsing and I don’t want to. Not yet.
We all have different coping mechanisms and I’m struggling to keep a hold of mine. I’m losing grip. You all have yours and I’d love for you to share them with me but you have no idea who I am; you don’t even know I exist. I am not real. I am a coping mechanism.
Author Notes: hello, I'm back (i think) :))
please don't roast me in the comments thanksssss
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