July 30th, 2018 by tired20

In high school, I’d cut everyday. It started when I was 14. I had no where to go, no one to talk to. I’d do it in the school bathrooms before school, just go all out. I’d wait for the bleeding to stop, put some folded up toilet paper over my entire forearm, use hair ties to keep it from moving, pull down my sleeve and go through my day. It’s all I could think about, and when I got home, I’d do it again. This went on for several years. Then, I met someone. Someone who got me to start eating again and stop cutting…for a while..I went without for almost 2 years, but then, the urge became too overwhelming. I’ve relapsed, and honestly, it makes me feel better. Even though it’s for a few moments at a time, at least I fucking feel something.

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