Self-harm has lingered in my mind for a year now. The funny thing is that I'm young, what serious things have I been through in 13 years? Most of the people on here are x2 or older than me. In June, during school a girl was pissing me off. I lost my mind. I kept my mouth shut, didn't talk to anyone, including my friends. I was thinking about cutting myself with a blade of a disposable razor. A knife if that didn't work out. I walked home on my own, hyping my self up to do the deed. I get home, and stupidly grab a used razor. I tried dissembling the razor, tearing off flesh from my thumbs and ruining my bedding in the process. I thought my mom was coming into my room so I throw it across the room, haven't found it since. The next day when my mom wasn't home, the grabbed the knife she uses to chop meat up and hovered it above my wrist. I softly glazed it across but didn't go any further. I am a coward. Until today...

I just scratched 3 lines into my wrist with the sharpest scissors I've ever used. Stings, it's not as bad as I thought. So, yeah.

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