I'm just about to fall asleep and there's school in the morning. When suddenly the memory appears into my mind. The last time I cut, I was sitting in a bathroom with the door locked, with a pair of scissors. I placed the blade on my thigh, and drew a quick, deep slit. The bulbs of blood slowly gathered and trickled down my thigh...
As I lay in my bed with this memory in my mind, a pain in that thigh arose. Remembering where those scissors opened flesh. Why am I thinking of this still? It's been a little over a year since I did that. I've experienced so much happiness, joy and love. I have no reason to think these things again..
I've stopped crying now as I write this. I guess letting it out really helps after all... :)
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