Don't let this memory fade away...
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November 29 10:12 pm29. November 2010
I cut.
And I cut.
And I cut again.
It’s like a cycle. I cut and feel better, then when I start to feel bad again, I cut again.
It never ends.
I’m ashamed too. I think about how disappointed my parents would be if they knew. It scares me to think what their reaction would be.
Would they be mad? would they cry? would they try to seek help for me, even if I didn’t want it?
All these thoughts run through my head every day.
Worst of all, as ashamed as I feel, I still like it. I still find pleasure in my pain.
It scares me though, to know how others would react to it.
Signed,
Victoria
