To Me, Pain is Love [a diary of a cutter]

Dear freaking cutter's log,

My parents found this. They want me to apologize for every inappropriate comment I made about you. I don't really care because they shouldn't touch it in the first place. How can I get better if they don't even bother to be sensitive about these things? At school, I met another cutter. Finally. You told me to find some friends. I found him. He's my friend. I told him about you. He said to ignore you and just do what I need to do. He gives better advice than you. I think he should be my therapist.

My parents caught me while I was trying to burn it. You can see the burnt parts. I hope you can read this because I wanted to say that I hate you for ruining my life. And I hate myself. I hate everything.