4 cuts later I clean my blade and put it in my wooden box and hide it in my dresser.
I have been cutting for 4 years. Since 8th grade. I have gotten used to the pain of cutting. I don't feel anything.
I don't cut for attention. Although people think that's why. I cut because I don't like the way I look. I used to feel confident until 8th grade when the worst people dragged me down. They would tease me because I was a little bit over weight, my 'emo' music that was just rock and roll and punk, and my sexuality. I am bisexual.
The one person who really got to me was Alissa. She would bully me physically, mentally, and emotionally. She would hit me,pull my hair,and shove me into lockers. Her words would get to me and take over the demons in my mind.
I got into cutting because of her and when my friends found out about me cutting they called me freak and mental. She basically turned my friends against me. To top it all off, my old friends told Alissa everything. Like how my parents died in a car accident and we barely had any money. Since I went to a rich school that was a big deal.
It was all just fucked up.....
