2. Change them before they change you
“I can’t take it anymore. I don’t know how I’m going to survive this.”
I kept repeating it to myself.
I felt so bad, even though I couldn’t feel anything.
I tried it for the first time when I was 14.
It started out with small scratches, then with scissors.
At last I bought Razors often, just to get the blades out and run them down my arm.
I did it all the time; every morning, in school, when I came home, just all the time.
My upper arms are full of scars.
I’m embarrassed about it, and haven’t worn t-shirts in over two almost three years.
I’ve been clean from cutting in three month.
But I have the same urge to cut, as I had when I went without cutting in five ours.