It's Christmas tomorrow but it doesn't feel like Christmas. The whole city is covered with snow but it just seems bleak and dull and extremely cold which only means long sleeves and layer and layers of clothes. Winter means new cuts and no one would even notice till summer. But i hope i won't live long enough to live through summer next year, i don't want to and i don't intend to.
Nobody knows about my cutting.
Before i made the first cut, before i started to harm my body , i thought i would be able to control myself. But with every cut i felt the pain going away and found the blood strangely addicting. I often wonder, is there anyone else doing the same as i?
