fuck hey kids. uhmmm ive been cutting alot more than usual lately, and that means once or twice in the last few weeks which is alot for me. they were done pretty close to eachother..one on a saturday and one the next friday. thats alot for me remember. i had almost completly stopped until i had a really freakin bad day at work so i went into the bathroom clutching my safety pin in hand. i let my arm have it. it felt so good. and lately ive totally been dreaming about doing 4 lines in a row on my forarm-my favorite place. but see my house is really hot so wearing a long sleeve or a sweatshirt all the time during the healing process would be too much. and i always forget :(
my mom has been slipping into her old routine again with her pain pills and i dont like it. she used to take alot of them on purpose for her back and it would make her dopey and drunk acting/looking but then she went into detox and everything was fine. shes been doing it lately though, saying some junk about she needs to just for this week or w/e but im not sure i beleive her. idk i guess im going to have to see how it all goes.
ugh i want to cut really badly. i was seriously, seriously contemplating it and i think im ganna just because this week=going to be disgustingly stressfull. i have two decent long sleeved shirts and arm warmers as well. i can pull it off.
NOTE: all you freshmans and sophomores out there: DO YOUR SHIT IN SCHOOL. it will haunt you, TRUST ME. im taking freshman and sophomore classes and i shouldnt be. because i slacked off, for two fucking years. do it. it will bite you in the ass if you dont.
this girl in my gym class sat down next to me because we both didnt get dressed that day, and we started talking. i glanced over at her arms(idk i do that now..i look at peoples bare arms and detect any signs of scars at all..im weird) and she had fresh cuts!!! i was like whoa..........but i didnt say anything. then a week later i looked(haha i was straining to see...she prolly thought i was a freak) and they had turned into scars. its weird. she doesnt even seem like that type. i guess you dont really know people, huh?
i tell this one teachers aid guy all about my life sometimes. he asks, so i tell him and then we get into these day-altering conversations about it. its crazy. we've had serious disscusions about cutting, my being bisexual, homosexuals in general, therapy(more than once.) suicide...everything. out of the blue one day he asked me if i had suicidal tendecies and i said i used to but no. and he asks me about other kids, and drugs and all that. hes a cool guy, at least i can trust him.
i have this thing at school, its actually a class, and we("we" being 4 or 5 students at a time) go into this room and talk. thats all. usually we talk about school and why we dont want to do our hmwk, problems we have with teachers or our schedules, other things that interfere with our academic performance and just other things like that. we have a supervisor that leads the discussion and its really cool. its called ISP and im really liking it. its a ood break in the day.
holy hell...i wrote way too much. im going to go now and spare you kids any other reatarded writings by me.
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