I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE!! This pain is too much...I can't last one more day in this hell hole. Anything I do will never please my family...will I ever be good enough? As I head for my dresser droor I hear footsteps coming twords my door, so I hurry to my bed and act asleep. I DONT want to talk to anyone right now. The footsteps have passed now so I head back for the dresser...but now I am furious...where is it! MOM AND DAD HAVE NO RIGHT!! As anger runs down both of my cheeks I walk back and forth in front of my dresser...wondering if I have another one somewhere...and I remember that I do! I have one in my bag that I use for school. So I hurry to my bag & grab the little pack of "breath ments" and take it out...I feel emediate relief...one cut after the other. I bite my lip and forget the bleeding. Its like a high for me. Some people do drugs others drink and me (btw my name is Chanel)...well I cut. And not that I'm proud of it or anything...I just can't stop it. Its like cocaine...you can't just do it once.
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To Write Love on Her Arms
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