I have this urge to cut my arms again after months. But I don’t want to be interrogated again. Every time the blade is touching my skin, I would remember the day they found out. It was horrible. But I want to cut so bad. I did cut on my hips as an alternative but it doesn’t feel the same.
I feel so frustrated. I hate my horrible life decision. I hate myself for being a stupid and empty person. They’re expecting an adult but I don’t know how to grow up. I don’t know. I feel so lost.