Sunday, July 4, 2010

I may as well.




I used to do it to cope, because I had no other outlet.
When I started to cut I was young and no one else understood it so it's what I turned to.
I still do it for that reason, but things have gotten better since then, not that much but it's still not half as bad as it was.
So now, a lot of the time I do it, I do it for enjoyment.
Yes, I do enjoy watching blood running down my wrists and thighs.
I like watching my skin slowly split open.
I'm sick of caring about what people think.
You may not understand, but I wouldn't expect you to, I don't either.

I like hurting myself.

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