Sharnie’s story (age 7)

But first, some thoughts for this evening:

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I hate it that it’s "wrong" to self-harm.

I hate that I have to continually fight the urge.

I wish I could just "be" how I want to be, and not fight a constant battle to fit in, and conform.

I don’t understand why I have the unfortunate propensity to perceive my life in so many complexities and detail that I am continually overwhelmed.

I want to pound the food out of my body. Squeeze and strike. Punch and hit.

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So anyway. Sharnie’s story. About Piglet and Pooh.

WAR IS PIGLIT? (WHERE IS PIGLET?)

har I am puooBar (here I am poohbear)

and piglit das and das (and piglet danced and danced)

and wan it is ned (and when it is night)

thae gigd and wach (they giggled and watched)

the sas and the moon (the stars and the moon.)

wan it was crisme (when it was christmas)

Sophia with some words

January 13, 2006

I don’t think anybody should have to conform. I don’t know much about self-harming, but isn’t it kind of like a short-term solution to a deeper problem that will only make the problem worse in the end? And isn’t that why you shouldn’t do it, rather than other people thinking it’s not nice? *hugs*

Mmm, and that’s a very cute story 🙂 By the way, I didn’t ignore your question about writing a diary in Finnish. I’ve been meaning to write about it in an entry, but the entries I’ve written lately have been far too deep and involved to include any other stuff. I shall answer the question eventually though, I promise 🙂

Cute..