The whole idea behind this charity luke was promoting was to draw the works #cutcake on the place where you cut most, a new letter everyday you're clean.
"Luke, do you have a sharpie?" I shouted from the kitchen
"Yea, why love? Are you gonna start today?" He came running through with a huge grin on his face.
"Yes" I glanced at him with a sorrow filled look.
"It's the first step to a new you dear, I know you can do this" he said whilst drawing the # symbol onto my wrist.
" I hope so" I Said in a sarcastic tone.
*later that day*
-scrolling through tumblr-
I have a secret account that like doesn't know about.. It's like a personal diary of my own self destruction. It's all dated.
I'm going to delete it , but first I wanted to have a look at some of my worst days.
3rd April 2013:
I had a shit day guys, surprise surprise.
Who knew school was gonna be so tough this year??
The thought of slotting my wrists is growing and I honestly will do it one day, just you watch.
24th July 2013:
It's summer and I can't wear shorts to the beach , oh wait I'm not going to the beach because I have no friends . Poor miserable tash.
Wow reading back at this really makes me see that I have to change if not for myself that for the people around me.
I can't go down that path.
Not Again.
