I don't remember pain or anything like that. Half the time I can't even remember actually doing it, or why I did it. I get so angry, so frustrated, so sad that it just happens and then when people (my counselor) asks why I did it, I say I don't know. Maybe I don't want to remember it. When the cuts heal and the scars form, I hate myself even more. I hate myself for ever starting this.
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