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I’m fourteen years old and I’ve been cutting for two years, and frequently over-dosing for one. A few of my friends cut or used to as well, but I still feel alone. Nobody understands why I do it, I have to lie to them and pretend that I’ve quit so they won’t question me or try and get me help. My mum’s tried to get me psychological help before but I blackmailed her into not getting it. I’ve started drinking as well to numb my depression.
I started off cutting the top of my arms, but that wasn’t good enough so I started cutting on the lower half of my arms, I cut there for around nine months, then I moved onto my wrists. I’ve started to have to cut my legs so people won’t see.
I don’t cut as much as I used to because it’s hard to hide them, and I don’t have any photos of my previous self harm so I can only post those that are yet to come, my worst cuts are previous ones when I’d have say maybe fifty cuts to one arm.
