The Daily Journal of an Average Teenaged Girl

Entry #66.2: 5-7-4

Extra Extra #10

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On a serious note, I have a message I need to get off my chest.

Please. Listen to me. No matter what situation, I don't care for your excuses. Do not ever self harm yourself. Ever. It's one of the worse addictions to get yourself into. You don't need the scars. I have over 10 visible scars, 7 of the invisible scars turn deep red when it's humid. An all of the other so-called scars? Those are gone, yet, imbedded into my memory. They're all on my thighs, calfs, forearms, wrists, shoulders and biceps. On my chest, and fingers. I once was so desperate to stop this damn nonsense that I cut the inside of my hand as a punishment. It's a bad addiction of mine. I can't handle the thoughts that come at me at rapid speed. I start to breathe fast, and I can't get control.

I say it's an addiction. I classify it as an addiction. Why? Well, just like any other addiction, this releases large amounts of dopamine, oxytocin, and serotonin. Which are also known as the hormones that make you happy.

But the aftermath... It leaves a mark. Mentally and physically. Do you really want that? Leg me ask you. If you ever want to cut; answer this. Do you really want the scars? Do you really want people to judge you? Call you emo? Think you're unstable? How about look at you with disgust? Do you really need to pile more problems on top of what you already have? Do you want to wear long sleeves and pants in the summer? Do you want to have to cover up? Do you want the urges almost every day? Do you really want to nonstop worry about the next time it'll happen?

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In my opinion, there's only one thing that is worth being addicted to. And that's to smile everyday.

Keep Smiling.

~Sharpie