Hello there, dear reader, and welcome to Dystopiatic - a blog dedicated primarily to all manner of self-destructive behaviour, and secondarily to all other meagre topics that one may feel an irrepressible urge to discuss. A warning, though, and I say this with as much civility as I can muster: if you're susceptible to feeling gravely insulted due to crass jokes, banter, and offhand comments, please get the fuck off my blog. If, however, you're of a much stronger disposition, you're welcome to stay for as long as you please.
My name is Izzi, and I have:
- Been self-harming since I was 13
- Been anorexic/bulimic (I see-saw between the two erratically) since I was 14
- Been experimenting with drugs since I was 14 (but started taking them more since I was just past 15)
- Been diagnosed as multiple forms of crazy in the past, but my current diagnosis is schizophrenic as a result of my apparent 'substance abuse'
Over the years, I've adopted discretion as my shield against the ever-scrutinising eyes of society, but at the heart of it all, I'm basically just a screwy loony venting her (often nonsensical) thoughts via the internet because no one physically around me could bear to hear the torrid tale I have to tell. Plus, I have exceedingly taxing issues with trust, paranoia, blah blah blah!
So, the question is - will you clear off, or bear witness to my sordid (yet utterly honest) tale of self-destruction?
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