i thought its what i wanted, for someone to find my scars and save me. But now its just a nightmare. After being hospitalized twice for attempting suicide and cutting, i must fake everything. Its either that or go back to the hospital. Being sneaky is hard. I no longer can cut on my favorite place, my wrist. Its too obvious and easy to find, i can only do it on my upper thigh and near my armpit. Cant things just go back to how they use to be??? I thought i wanted to be saved from myself, but now its just a nightmare. Im "fine".
