November 30th, 2011by littloo1
Today i was in my kitchen, cutting meat with a big knife. Before i knew what i was doing, i had slit my wrist slightly. Before realization hit, i just stood and watched the blood begin to fall from my arm down to the counter. thats when i had a thought, if i could do that and handle the pain why not do what i always wanted? Even when my reason for living would be devastated, i would be selfish and do it just because. Could i do what my best friend had done to me, to him? She did it because she couldn’t handle seeing me like this, but he doesn’t know anything about my cutting. He believes my lies.