So I cut in our school, because well, I dunno really, and I cut on the bathroom. I realized that I forgot my handkerchief so I used my necktie (since it's red) to wipe the blood because I don't trust the water here. Then I pulled down my sleeves and went back like nothing happened. When I came in our classroom, I didn't know that the blood seeped (I dunno if there's a word seeped) but anyways, the blood went through my sleeves and it's white so it's really seen by others. Good thing only a few did, but I still regret forgetting my handkerchief. Our class president saw it because he was sitting on my feet. He then asked "let me look" but I was hesitant. He then pulled me outside the classroom and he made me show it to him. I know I should've run that time, but I didn't. I was so stupid because I showed my cuts to him. He asked what's wrong, if there's a family problem, in school or whatever. Of course, I know better not to tell him because I don't trust him, so I just said I just did it because I want to. Then after a few more questions, he finally said I could go inside the room and never do it again. As if I wouldn't. So, lesson learned guys, don't forget your handkerchief if you're gonna cut at school.
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Depressed.
DiversosI think the title speaks for the description. This is all mine. But maybe, I'll sprinkle some of the songs I listen to when I'm sad.
