Status: Baby I'm back! I've been gone for nearly 10 years, so please take the early chapters with a pinch of salt.
To tell, or not to tell.
Denial
We're sitting again. It's a different day and I feel proud of myself. I haven't done it, cut myself, in a long time. The scars have faded it's been that long. Of course, I never make really big ones. I make sure I just leave the bare minimum that will get me through. I smile for no seen reason.
"You're making a weird face again....Oh my god, she's making her rape face again!"
I laugh. This is almost an on going joke. We have a very odd sense of humour, my friends and I.
I don't think I'll hurt myself again for a while now. In fact, I don't think I will ever again. It's lucky I didn't tell anyone, really. I knew I could fix it. I did fix it.
It's going to be okay.
"You're making a weird face again....Oh my god, she's making her rape face again!"
I laugh. This is almost an on going joke. We have a very odd sense of humour, my friends and I.
I don't think I'll hurt myself again for a while now. In fact, I don't think I will ever again. It's lucky I didn't tell anyone, really. I knew I could fix it. I did fix it.
It's going to be okay.