DemolitionLover
March 11th, 2008, 04:50 PM
So I cut. I've been an ex-cutter 2 times but then started again. Last time I did it I went crazy. I have no idea what happened, really. I think it had something to do with picking at my back acne and then getting pissed at myself..... I dunno, I had this, like, split-personality freak-out on paper and it scared the crap out of me.
So I had to. I made six cuts in the amount of time it usually takes me to make 1 or 2 and be "satisfied" with it. They weren't very deep but they all bled. And they stung like hell in the shower the next day.
My parents don't know. Somehow my mom hasn't noticed that I wear long sleeves every day when I used to wear t-shirts all the time. And somehow they didn't notice the two cuts on my lower arm at the band concert last night. I wore a long-sleeved shirt at first, to wear under the ugly pastel-yellow band t-shirt, but my band teacher wanted me to take it off and just wear the t-shirt because I would "stand out" if I had sleeves. Thankfully the t-shirt sleeves came down to my elbows.
My parents found out the other 2 times and once I got counseling and now I don't like counselors anymore.... She wanted to put me on a pill when she'd barely even talked to me. My dad didn't like the idea and neither did I.
Umm... Yeah but I've been having some suicidal thoughts, though I'm not acting on it, not planning anything. Sometimes I kinda lightly trace the knife across both of my wrists but don't actually cut.
How deep can you go without going, you know, too deep...? Wondering.
Wow, that was long. o.O
So I had to. I made six cuts in the amount of time it usually takes me to make 1 or 2 and be "satisfied" with it. They weren't very deep but they all bled. And they stung like hell in the shower the next day.
My parents don't know. Somehow my mom hasn't noticed that I wear long sleeves every day when I used to wear t-shirts all the time. And somehow they didn't notice the two cuts on my lower arm at the band concert last night. I wore a long-sleeved shirt at first, to wear under the ugly pastel-yellow band t-shirt, but my band teacher wanted me to take it off and just wear the t-shirt because I would "stand out" if I had sleeves. Thankfully the t-shirt sleeves came down to my elbows.
My parents found out the other 2 times and once I got counseling and now I don't like counselors anymore.... She wanted to put me on a pill when she'd barely even talked to me. My dad didn't like the idea and neither did I.
Umm... Yeah but I've been having some suicidal thoughts, though I'm not acting on it, not planning anything. Sometimes I kinda lightly trace the knife across both of my wrists but don't actually cut.
How deep can you go without going, you know, too deep...? Wondering.
Wow, that was long. o.O