I just got asked to prom by the nicest, sweetest guy in history. This is practically miraculous for a dorky homeschooled girl. It should be wonderful. It IS wonderful!!
But I have all these stupid cuts on my arms, my parents still don't know and I just want to give up. I should be so happy... but I want to curl up a ball and die.
I haven't cut since he asked and I have little desire to. I couldn't quit for myself, for my family, for fear of being found out, or for the scars but I could quit for my date to prom? I am so shallow.
I wish these good and wonderful things could happen to someone else who deserves them and could be happy about them.
I could probably conceal them for one night or hide them somehow... but I just feel so hopeless. Ugh. I hate myself so much.