I did it again. I coped with my emotions the unhealthy way again. It seems normal to me now. I've done it three more times since last Tuesday. Every time I did it, it didn't hurt, and it felt normal. People are starting to notice it. My story is that I slid the wrong way into a base for softball. I don't know why people believe that, but they do and they don't pay attention to it. Either way, they leave it alone. I'll just have to do a better job of hiding it. But it's getting warmer out, it is not the type of weather for long sleeves. I have reasons for they ways I am. Granted, they shouldn't be a reason for me to do what I've done. There are no excuses, but I can't stop. I'm not okay, I know that, but I can't change. What's wrong with me? That seems to be the million dollar question. I can't stop. I don't know how to stop for good. I have never been able to stop for more than two years.
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Simply Broken
Non-FictionThis story is based on the true life and events of an 18 year old girl. All personal information of this girl will not be released, that includes her name. She felt as if getting her story out would help her. So she came to me asking if I would put...
