hi,
this is the first one of these that im writting. i dont know where to start. well i dont usally do this on the internet i write letters to a friend of mine that i have been “involved” with for some time i dont ever have the courage to send them i cant. if you looked at my life from the outside you would see someone who was a happy teenager who lives in an average house with average parents. that is me average. but my family is nothing close to average. first my mom and sister dont talk much because of something that happened when i was younger. my parents are devorced. them getting devorcied dident really hurt the fact the smith(name changed) moved in like a week later thats what hurt. back than i dident think much of it but now i know that my mom was cheatin gon my dad with him. many people say that what happens in your childhood effects your unconcios mind well i cant remeber a thing about my child hood maybe something terrible happened thats why i feel so lost all the time. i feel like im the only one who finds it hard to just live. the way that my frieds talk to eachother talk to random people i have such hard times doing that. well i started cutting my self when i was bout 14. it wasent much just a small cut on my leg. it made all the pain of being a teen of being inhighschool of not being pretty enough for the boy to like me or wasent small enough to get the guys. so i used my nails and i just dug at my leg untill it bled ohh and it bled quite a bit. after that i would use any sharp object to cut my self. a safty pin or nail clippers or tweezers. but i never cut my wrists. to obviouse the girl who is somewhat depressed looking and sad nope i cut my self on my legs ankles my upper arms and my upper leg. even on my hand. its easier to say that yo got a scrach on your leg than one on your wrist but i dident need to worry no one had ever asked no one noticed that i have these puprple and pink scars up and down my legs nope no one cares. i just feel like im drowning and i can see the surface but i cant reach it and im slowly drifting farther into the blackness and no one is ever gunna know when i finally slip away from it all.
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you know the top of your leg is almost as bad as your wrist anyway, another rather large artery there, ‘feminal’. how old are you now? do your family or any friends know that you do this purposly?
im 17 now and no one knows no one even notices the scars