The next day my mom decided to take me out so I wore a sweatshirt. To not show the cuts. We had fun but I could tell that she knew something was going on.
We were walking to the car when she told me that she noticed that I had a cut on my wrist. I lied and told her something else but she could tell.
Right when we got home my mom made an appointment with a psychiatrist. Against my wishes of course.
I still cut mainly because she told me not to. She's a jerk!!! She told me that I was stupid and that no wonder I don't have any friends. Me being me didn't do anything. I just went home cut some more and cried myself to sleep like usual.
