I was fourteen and it was just a bunch of everything. We were broke, my parents were fighting, they were trying to deal with a court case, I was depressed and recovering from finding out that my ex-boyfriend had only been going out because he was paid to, and my boyfriend after that(and also best guy friend) was just using me as a rebound, and someone was trying to take my horse away from me.
My psychologist later told me it was for attention, and she didn't say it in like a mean way or anything, just that somewhere inside I wanted my parents to take notice and give me the time of day for once. She was full of shit though. She had an argument with my mum and then refused to treat me anymore. /whatev's.
Anywho, I broke a razor(They make them pretty sturdy so it was no easy feat) and cut my forearms, boobies, belly, thighs, neck twice and my calf. I still have scars on my arms, boobs and belly.
November 20th, 2013 at 01:40pm