Confessions of a Self Harmer

I’m mad at her.
My so called best friend.
She told her boyfriend on me.
He’s okay with it.
Kortney used to cut.
So he doesn’t mind.
He offered me kind words.
Which is awkward.
Usually, he’s a douche.
Still is actually.
I’m itchy.
Literally.
And not literally.
I want to cut.
I pulled some of the plastic off of my shaving razor.
You can see more of the razor now.
A cleaner, easier cut.
But Kortney texts me.
Which only makes me hate her more at the moment.
She wants to talk about something important.
It can wait until tomorrow.
I’m still in control of cutting.
I just need it a little bit more now.
That’s all.
I swear, I’m still in control.