I've been drawing a butterfly on my wrist for a few weeks now; some days it was a flower; just to remind me that my friends hate it when I cut. But today it was so easy just to go to the veins on my upper arm and annoy them. I'm like, the queen of deception I hate it, I hate how I can hide it so easily if I do it there because it's winter so no one would think me weird for long sleeves/half sleeves. so anyway, I had nearly managed to convince myself that I was fine when I found my blade still in my pocket from the day before and went off to the bathrooms, at lunch. My friends didn't even wonder because I had my sleeves rolled up halfway. I'm tired of acting fine when everything feels like a hurricane. No one even noticed the tiny spot of blood on my sleeve that I tried not to get there.
oh, and a teacher knows that I did it yesterday as well but not about today. I hope she doesn't ask, she's worried enough poor thing.
how could I have cut so easily? I didn't hurt the butterfly so I wasn't guilty about it. I guess. I wasn't even in as bad a mood as I'd been yesterday.
can has quit this?