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story of my life...
I want to cut, because of the way I feel. I want to cut to punish myself for being a fat, insecure, stupid girl. I hate my fat disgusting self. I hate my teeth. I hate my chubby fingers and my fat feet. I hate the way I stiffen up when passing by people afraid of their thoughts towards me. I hate how there is nothing to do at this huge boring university and that I picked this school instead of a school closer to home. I miss home...
Right now I have cuts healing from 3 nights ago. The more days that pass by the worse it's going to get because once theses cuts start to really fade I know I'm going to make more. And I know months from now when the sun starts to really shine and the snow stops coming I'm going to look back and regret how stupid and selfish I was back then. Not thinking about the people around me only about myself.
But cutting is the only thing I have control over. I can control how hard I press down or how many slashes I make. I can control when I do it. I can control where I do it. I know that it gives me a sense of security, that when times get tough I can rely on the one thing that doesn't make me feel happy but makes me feel okay again.
I dont know what kind of advice I'm looking for, maybe just someone who understands. But it's hard to find someone who understands me when I don't even understand myself.
And that's the worst of all this. I can deal with the fact that I cut and that I know it's bad for me. But I don't understand me. I've grown into this whole different person, and I don't know why or when. If I had to see myself from my friends point of view I would wonder why I cut and what goes through my mind to make me cut. The answer: simple, I don't like myself. So why go through more pain and hurt yourself? The answer: complicated, I'm still trying to figure that out myself.
So if you've read this far, thanks. I'd appreciate some comments but I'd understand if you didn't because you're confused. As am I. Story of my life.
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