I m so lost.
there is now a cut on my hipbone and I cant stop touching it. feeling the upraised skin and the heat. I haven’t felt this felling for almost four and a half months. now its back and I really just need someone to talk to. a few people know I used to cut, but they have no idea about the daily struggle to actually keep going with life.
to not use the pills or the blade and smile.
its so hard.
my failed attempt just keeps haunting me and I want to do it right. Its getting harder and harder to block out the thoughts and now every knife, scissors, shaver. everything is a blade and every time I look at one I just think about whether it would be able to break my skin.
my parents have no idea and I am so scared of them finding out. my old friends had scars and they told me that she wasn’t aloud at our house anymore.
I lost a friends because of how my parents reacted to her scars.
what would happen if they saw mine?