The cutting started two years ago when I moved. I’ve always wanted to do it, but never had the courage to do so. I did it in class and couldn’t stop untill my arm was filled with cuts and blood. No one ever looked at me, no one ever cared. I kept it hidden untill they weren’t noticable unless you looked right at my arm.
Cutting is my escape plan… It was the closest thing I have to suicide without actually dying. My suicide plan is to someday slit my wrists but I’ve been very sensitive about people touching my wrists so I still have to get the courage to cut them.Â
Although I haven’t physically cut myself, the scars inside my body will forever remain hidden..untill that day I have courage to release it forever.
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We sound a lot like each other..
If you want to, email me: feelthesame9991@yahoo.com
I have. I’m not sure if it sent.