A Cutters Diary (editing)

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I feel so odd. Drained and lifeless. What is sadness? What is happiness? I don't feel these things. All I feel is the pain in my arm. I will be forever scarred. I don't want anyone to ever cut an end up like me. I'm screwed in the head big time. I'm always tired. My life is controlled by medication. I feel like throwing up everything I eat. Water taste foul. I hate looking at my reflection.

My parents have literally thrown out all knifes, scissors, razors, and blades. Just so I don't kill myself.

Thank you girls who drew butterfly's on my arm. Thank you for caring about me.

I'm trying to get better. And it's hard so just give me time.