11:10pm
One year today since I cut for the first time. One whole year. 365 days. I thought it would be a one time thing and that I could control myself, I guess I didn't realise that I got addicted to things easily. One year of being addicted to the sight of my own blood and hating myself more with each scar I left. You may not be able to see the thin white lines that trail my arms, thigs and stomach but I can and they haunt me always.
11:15pm
So now I gotta call the doctor so he can prescribe me medication so I can deal with all the memories of being here this way.
-Sleeping with Sirens
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Dear Diary... *January 2015*
Non-FictionThat's the difference between you and me, you defended yourself from the depression like it was a new enemy, where I welcomed it like a new friend. Just the thoughts of a English teenager.
