i want to stop.... well thats what i tell myself anyway, i know i dont want to...
its the only way my heart stops aching, its the only way i can calm myself down.
i hate myself for it when my friends see, i do it on the top of my arms... so i never wear singlets.
when my friends do see, its an accident, like my tshirt sleeve flew up or was moved or something.
i look the next day at the damage, im not proud, but i smile. it makes me feel good that i dont have to resort to drugs to be content with myself and all my problems.
i have gone too hard at times and scared myself.
the last time i cut was last night, i wanted to go the full way and really end it... but this was the better option. its kinda as though cutting saves my life. as i have said before, cutting is the closest to suicide i can get without dying. its my own secret, personal, satisfaction. my own way out of the world for that split second.
it doesnt hurt. it feels amazing for me, it sends tingles all over me. it relaxes me.
some people go shopping to deal with their problems........ i cut.