There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think about injuring. I’ve been trying to quit, and it’s almost been three months, but I just couldn’t put mind over matter, and I relapsed.
Of course it’s a secret. Anybody who knew I did it, doesn’t think I do it anymore, and my parents have no idea because I hide it. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if I told them. Then again, they’re my parents. If they don’t freak, they’ll blame themselves.
Why do I hurt myself? Because it’s the ultimate problem solver. I promised myself I never would, that it was only for a certain type of “group” in one of these cliches we have around school. But although I would be labelled something completely different, I guess we’re not different from eachother at all.
I know I should stop. But I don’t want to. The only thing I regret is the scars. They’ll never go away. Other than that, it’s the ultimate problem solver.
I know. When you stop and people know you stopped if you start again you have to hide. But like you said about labeling people found out from my mistake of not wanting to hide. It was getting warmer again so I wore clothes where everyone saw my scars. They now see them daily. It is hard being known as the girl that “is emo.” I get called emo daily you’d think it’s a nickname. I wanted to say I agree with you.