It’s been almost a year since I last really cut myself. I’ve slipped a couple of times, but never as deep as I had before. I still have the urge though, to do it again and I still want to kill myself. Sometimes it’s out of boredom sometimes out of desperation, but I’m too much of a coward to kill myself. I just want to slice my arms open and bleed out.
But, then I wonder, what if my sister found me in a pool of my own blood? What would happen to her when she grows up? What about my mom, I know she wouldn’t […]