I started cutting again. Two days ago. I've always had a problem, but I've been doing good. Again, up until Saturday. I just felt the strongest urge. Don't get me wrong, my life has been going good. But it's the past that's got to me. That, and the fact that my best friend from New York literally never talks to me anymore. I loved him. Saturday and Sunday I did little tiny cuts just so my mom wouldn't notice, and then I was messing with this cut/bruise I accidentally(yes, I promise. Accidentally.) got on this pointy plastic thing keeping the puppy out of the kitchen. Until I'd just keep opening and cutting that slit deeper, and deeper, my mom wouldn't notice anyway. it's hurting so bad right now. It bled a lot, I needed three tissues, and some blood even dropped on the floor. I know, I sound like an emo suicidal whiny little bitch. I'm actually not. I just have no other way of getting it out, and I haven't told anyone.
Posted on 11.06.2013, 09:54:36 CET