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Trig? Cut
Posted April 27th 2011 at 09:42 AM by Evanesco
I failed and I cut last night.
I tried so hard not to but I felt like I was trying to force myself out of my body and I just had to cut. And then I gave in and I did.
There was something so relieving, so satisfying, about dragging the razor across my wrist. Seeing the blood well up, so much blood, and then cascade down my arm, over my skin.
I haven't cleaned it yet. I probably should.
My boyfriend is trying to get me to tell my mum. He wants me to get help. I want to get help. But I can't. I can't tell her. She thought I'd stopped years ago. I can't tell her that I lied. I just can't.
I tried so hard not to but I felt like I was trying to force myself out of my body and I just had to cut. And then I gave in and I did.
There was something so relieving, so satisfying, about dragging the razor across my wrist. Seeing the blood well up, so much blood, and then cascade down my arm, over my skin.
I haven't cleaned it yet. I probably should.
My boyfriend is trying to get me to tell my mum. He wants me to get help. I want to get help. But I can't. I can't tell her. She thought I'd stopped years ago. I can't tell her that I lied. I just can't.
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