betteroffdead
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Hi guys, ive been cutting on and off since 7th grade now. To be honest, in 7th grade it was for attention mostly. Then in 8th grade, things started happening with my family, I had to leave school, and I had no contact with my best friend. i know is sounds silly, but shes really the only person I talked to when I had something bothering me. A month before this happened, i just slightly cut. Then when it did happen, it went from scratches, to tearing layers of skin off with my fingernails, to burning myself.
In 9th grade, I finally got together with one of my good friends, and she made me so happy. It was almost 10 months i went without cutting. Then, we broke up, honeysuckle really went bad. I burned my arms with cigarettes and incense sticks. Then i cut up my thighs with a saw blade knife. After a month of that, things calmed down.
Im in 10th grade now. 3 months ago, I started going under a wave of mild depression. I Probably cut my shoulders 2 or 3 times, thats all Then a month ago, I started really feeling shitty. I felt worthless, unattractive, and better off dead. That never really went away. 2 weeks ago, I started realizing me and my best friend, (the same girl i mentioned from 8th grade) were starting to drift. (we werent, depression just made it seem that way). Thats when suicidal thoughts started kicking in.
Yesterday, I was sitting in class, waiting to get out to meet my friend. i wasnt sure what it was, but I knew something was about to go down. Before I knew it, I tore skin off of my hand. The bell finally rang, and I left.
Heres the part I never mentioned and probably should have. The friend I keep mentioning, well, I ******* love her. it started in 3rd grade when she was the fist girl I had a really big crush on. then she moved. I missed her, but i forgot about her. I still thought about her every once in a while. Then, we met again in middle school. Thats when we became best friends. Since then, I progressively liked her more and more, until it was fair to say that I loved her.
Anyway, As Im walking through the hallway to meet her, Im thinking about how much I love her. Thats when she tells me she has a new boyfriend. Yayyyy. It made me so happy I almost started crying like a little *offensive word removed* right there.
I got home that day and added 2 decent sized burns on my wrist, a couple bruises on my chest from beating myself, a couple shallow cuts on my arm, and a cigarette burn on my palm.
And Now, as Im typing this, I feel fine. I havent cut since. I felt down all day, but not too horribly down. Im glad shes with someone because I think she should be happy.
that dosent mean Ill never cut again, it just means Im not cutting now. But I dont care. Im realizing now that i dont care about cutting. its not a big deal. scars are scars, thats all. I feel no shame and Ill emotionlessly admit, that Im a cutter.
Does anyone have any other similar (or not) situations they want to share?
thoughts? Ideas?
Im open to any kind of criticism, be open and tell me what you honestly think.
In 9th grade, I finally got together with one of my good friends, and she made me so happy. It was almost 10 months i went without cutting. Then, we broke up, honeysuckle really went bad. I burned my arms with cigarettes and incense sticks. Then i cut up my thighs with a saw blade knife. After a month of that, things calmed down.
Im in 10th grade now. 3 months ago, I started going under a wave of mild depression. I Probably cut my shoulders 2 or 3 times, thats all Then a month ago, I started really feeling shitty. I felt worthless, unattractive, and better off dead. That never really went away. 2 weeks ago, I started realizing me and my best friend, (the same girl i mentioned from 8th grade) were starting to drift. (we werent, depression just made it seem that way). Thats when suicidal thoughts started kicking in.
Yesterday, I was sitting in class, waiting to get out to meet my friend. i wasnt sure what it was, but I knew something was about to go down. Before I knew it, I tore skin off of my hand. The bell finally rang, and I left.
Heres the part I never mentioned and probably should have. The friend I keep mentioning, well, I ******* love her. it started in 3rd grade when she was the fist girl I had a really big crush on. then she moved. I missed her, but i forgot about her. I still thought about her every once in a while. Then, we met again in middle school. Thats when we became best friends. Since then, I progressively liked her more and more, until it was fair to say that I loved her.
Anyway, As Im walking through the hallway to meet her, Im thinking about how much I love her. Thats when she tells me she has a new boyfriend. Yayyyy. It made me so happy I almost started crying like a little *offensive word removed* right there.
I got home that day and added 2 decent sized burns on my wrist, a couple bruises on my chest from beating myself, a couple shallow cuts on my arm, and a cigarette burn on my palm.
And Now, as Im typing this, I feel fine. I havent cut since. I felt down all day, but not too horribly down. Im glad shes with someone because I think she should be happy.
that dosent mean Ill never cut again, it just means Im not cutting now. But I dont care. Im realizing now that i dont care about cutting. its not a big deal. scars are scars, thats all. I feel no shame and Ill emotionlessly admit, that Im a cutter.
Does anyone have any other similar (or not) situations they want to share?
thoughts? Ideas?
Im open to any kind of criticism, be open and tell me what you honestly think.