So, I’ve cut myself. Again.

After almost 8 months of struggle, almost 8 months clean, I did what I thought I’d never do again: I made two little cuts in each of my legs. I made them little so no one will see them. And I wanna do it again, I wanna cut again tonight.

This is gonna sound extremely sick, but I enjoyed it. I cried when I started cutting, cause I thought I’d go back to that dark place I was, but after that I was smiling. It gave me the feeling that I was missing and I know that it doesn’t matter how many times I try to get out of this, I’ll always be a little scared and self-harmer girl. I’m fucked up. It feels like it’s what I’m supposed to be. And it really scares me that I feel this way cause I don’t know what I might do when only little cuts won’t be enough.

3 months ago on 7 February 2012 at 5:46pm 3 notes

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coverupthewoundsthaticanthide said: i want you to put a butterfly in the place you want to cut..that butterfly is me, an if you cut anywhere or any at all…it will die, it called the butterfly project, an i really want you to do this.. please?
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