I don’t know why I did it. I think I needed to feel, needed to know that I’m still alive. I don’t think that I matter anymore, to anyone. I started cutting today. The razor on my skin made it through when my pocket knife couldn’t. It wasn’t deep. It barely broke skin, but I felt it. And finally I feel real. I feel human. I’m a sad human being, but I exist. I guess that’s all that matters, even if I don’t.
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If you start you’ll never stop. I beg you, don’t do that. There are many other ways to feel, so don’t get lost in the timless space all by yourself.
Do your best to stop. I am haunted by thoughts of cutting daily. I wish I never cut that first time. 🙁 good luck friend.