A couple of months passed I was doing a little better. No cutting since. Now thats a lie. I cut just 4 days ago. It felt good. Like really good. I slit my thighs and passed out because of the blood. I actually almost died. Now im sitting on my floor crying my eyes out because i miss the old me. I miss the person who doesn't care about what people think of me. The old me who didn't cut. The better me
