It all started when I started liking someone. From then, I’ve self-harmed in many many ways. When I finally got to the stage where I cut myself several times on the same spot, I stopped. The reason I stopped is I hated trying to hide the scars. I thought that stopping cutting would make the scars fade away and eventually lead me to a mentally healthier life.
Boy, was I wrong. The scars faded, but they never went away. They have been constant reminders of what I could do in times of distress. The saying “Once a cutter, always a cutter.” seems very much true.
And now.. everyone, literally all my friends, is doing their best in their occupation. Yet here I am. A pathetic creature who doesn’t do anything but daydream about killing myself.
This year will undoubtedly become the hardest times I have to endure. I hope I will be able to at least stop attempting to commit suicide, let alone harming myself.