Clean 27 days and counting......
Still dont like my teacher. She got on my case again about going the the fucking backpacking trip, which my family and I have been fighting about all week, and finally made me choose a classroom to spend the week in. She wouldn't let me choose eigth grade, because "they're practicing their play all next week," when an eighth grade friend of mine says they're doing it for two days only. Like pay attention to reality much? Argh. And then we had a addict rehabilitation nurse who was somebodys mom come in and talk to us about addiction, which was triggering because I'm addicted to cutting and ive been clean for nearly a month, so today wasn't the best of days. And no one is probably reading.g this anyways, so it doesn't really matter, does it? Fuck my life. Until tommorow.
~Lost Soul
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The Life of a Cutter
Non-FictionHey guys. This is my story, mature for language and sensitive trigger topics and the like; don't like don't read. Please, don't let yourself go down this road, because there is no going back. It's not too late to get help. Hopefully my day to day li...
