My friends think I stopped cutting last year… I just got better at hiding it.
My teacher always talks about FAT people. Everytime he does, I CUT myself because part of me is sure he means me because everyone else in that class is THIN.
It started with one… now I feel like cutting is the only way to help me …and there are so many SCARS.
Sometimes I cut myself just because I like the scars…
After 3 years you still haven’t noticed. I’m glad I don’t scar easily.
Visiting my (ex) boyfriend and acting like best friends is hard. So when he asked me why I had little cuts on my arm, I lied and told him my cat scratched me again.
I love my life. I love my son. Why can’t i stop cutting myself, no on knows!
“I’m fine, I promise” are the lies I tell until I can get home and pick up the razor blade and see the beads of blood… and then I’m ok.