no cuts in two days… how?

where i cut? whatever is covered by my bikini.. like nothing is even there.

No you got it all wrong. I’m not the girl that dresses in all black, acts depressed all the time, or doesn’t have any friends. I’m the one that is always happy, the one that can make anyone laugh. My parents love each other and my siblings are my best friends. i have a blessed life, i really do. Truth is i don’t know why i cut. i really don’t. I wasn’t raped, i haven’t attempted suicide, i’m not failing school. Truth is, i don’t want to know why. Whatever possesses someone to unscrew the blades off there pencil sharpeners, to ditch class to hide out in the bathroom, and to miss out on bikini season, isn’t worth knowing. That’s the thing about self harm addiction… it’s complicated.