I almost killed my self six days ago. My time, not blog time. That's like 20 weeks before this was posted. But anyways... It was really close. Middle of the night, I had a knife to my wrist and everything... the only thing that stopped me was knowing that I would have to wake my friend up to say goodbye. If he was still awake... I'd be dead right now.
I didn't just let it go... I mean, that stuff doesn't just go away. That was the first night I tried burning myself. I kinda like it better... cutting is great and all, very effective, but I cant really feel it anymore. But burning... well, it's a whole new sensation. I can't describe it... but I think I've found a middle ground. Eleven new scars since then. Nine cuts, two scorches. Probably one more tonight. We'll see. not that anyone will ever know. They'll fade by the time anyone reads this. If they ever do.
I didn't just let it go... I mean, that stuff doesn't just go away. That was the first night I tried burning myself. I kinda like it better... cutting is great and all, very effective, but I cant really feel it anymore. But burning... well, it's a whole new sensation. I can't describe it... but I think I've found a middle ground. Eleven new scars since then. Nine cuts, two scorches. Probably one more tonight. We'll see. not that anyone will ever know. They'll fade by the time anyone reads this. If they ever do.
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