i havent picked up a blade. to cut my flesh, sceince febuary of this year.

i'm proud, seince i made my mom a promise not to do that ever again.

but lately it's been tempting me, that blade in the corner, but i've been ignoreing it, no matter how much i want it.

cutting is addicting, the rush of feeling. i want it again, but i made a promise to never do it again.

my scars are

35 on my wrist

6 on my legs

several on my hands...