July 10, 2014
Ok so I guess I'll give this a try since nothing else will work. So basically my name is Misty Carter, and I self harm. And the only reason I'm writing in this is because I'm not really sure how I'm feeling.
Like at one point I'll be fine and then this feeling of sadness creeps up on me. And I'm totally fine with the sadness, but I have a problem when the sadness turns into emptiness. I just feel nothing. My chest gets tight and it's hard to breathe. I feel like I'm slipping away from reality. I just stand there, running my hands through my hair trying to decipher what's going on. Then I grab to fist fills of my hair, because that's the only thing I can grip.
Next I realize that this is reality. It's the cold truth part of it. Death is part of reality too. While life is full of pain and disappointment, death is full of nothingness. And as I wish I could drift into the calming nothingness of death, I can't.
I actually am tied to something good on this unforgiving Earth. My boyfriend, Aaron. No matter how much the sound of death appeals to me, I can't leave him in this personal hell hole alone.
As you can kind of tell I'm better at writing how I feel, hence why I'm writing in this book.
Well I guess I'll write more later in the week......
So for now good bye my book of secrets and scars.
Sorry it's so short it's just an introduction. Misty has a lot more to write than this.
-Butterfly
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Diary of A Self Harmer
Teen FictionMisty Carter almost took her life; no one cares. They just brush it off as her having a bad day. But her parents are too worried about their image so they send her to some therapist; he gives her a book, a book with a leather bound and blank pages...
