They have not notice I've done it once again. I wore a long white tee shirt they assigned me, it hides the butterflys I found in the first aid kit in my room. I try not to act suspicious, as if I have nothing to hide. I seem as if I have done nothing wrong, and even if I had especially not the one thing I was sent here to correct. To bad I don't care what they want. My actions. My body. My choices.
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Story Of A Cutter
Ficțiune adolescențiThis is not about me. Welcome to the deep dark mind of a cutter. I am Jordan. I guess I should just come right out and tell you this, I am a cutter. My wrists, legs, arms, and stomach hold my pain. They show what I am going through, I have kept it a...