I've been having a hectic life lately, and I've had a lot of problems which I won't mention here. The problems I've been having are problems that I can't fix by myself; I feel helpless and insignifigant. One day I came home to an empty house, and I went into my bathroom and took out a razor. I know, I know, you think I cut myself. I don't mean a razor blade, I mean a venus divine razor that one shaves their legs with. I sat down in the empty bathtub and I began pulling the razor up my legs as though i were shaving. My legs were dry, though, and so was the razor. Each stroke left a scrape of dry skin, but it didn't draw any blood. I did it all over both of my legs. By morning, my shins were red and stung all over. But it felt nice, you know? I was the one making decisions about my body. No one else. In school that week we watched a video about suicide, and it mentioned cutting one's self to feel in control. Am I a cutter? I don't draw any blood.
2007-03-08
08:28:26
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