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one last time...
It’s February of 2011. The snow is starting to melt, the days are getting longer, and soon it’ll be spring. I can’t live in sweatshirts forever, and I know that I’m going to have to stop cutting soon, but I can’t shake the feeling of wanting to cut one last time. I love the feeling of having cuts on my wrists. I know that that is sick. I know I sound like a freak. But for right now the only person who knows this is me, myself and I.
I want to get a tattoo on my wrist before the summer, and right now my scars stick out like crazy. So if I want to minimize my scars, why do I want to keep cutting? Why right now?
I haven't cut in 12 days, but it seems a lot shorter. It seems like it was just yesterday that I cut last. I guess the days have just gone by a lot faster than I had realized.
I have a document on my lap top where I keep a list of dates that I cut. I just put 02/09/2011. I know its bad that I put that there and I haven't even cut yet, but I just know that I'm going to. And it's scary how not even myself can control the things I do.
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