Ami
I thought I has stopped, I still had the scars. Then it went wrong — again. I had promised not to cut so I sew that heart into my skin. That was about three months ago. I thought I could get out of the habit, but my wrist ached. Then everything came on me at once, family, friends, a pet died, and my relationship with an amazing boyfriend I had went to shit. I ground my knuckles against a brick wall, it bled but it didn’t help so I gave in. I couldn’t find my knife, so I unscrewed a pencil sharpener and cut why into the underside of my wrist. I regeret it now. I wish I hadn’t. I will have hurt so many people when they find out. I’m really scared that I am addicted. I don’t want to be, and I hate my scars.
