Camilla
I don’t really know why I want to post pictures of my cuts, but I guess it helps me. I’m not cutting right now, even though I think about it 24/7.
I’m fourteen years old, and started cutting about eighteen months ago. I stopped for a few months, but a good friend tried to commit suicide, I cut quite a lot. And since it has been getting worse, I cut my wrist a few weeks ago while talking to my best friend over the internet, and suddenly I thought to myself ‘why am I doing this? I don’t want to die’. And luckily it wasn’t cut right, so…
I think I started cutting because I fell in love with a guy in my class, and he has a girlfriend. A lot of my friends were cutting, that’s how I found out what it was.
I want to say to people who want to cut: It’s better to feel the way you do, than to get addicted and have lots of scars. It really doesn’t help much, it drags you further down.
PEJ stands for my friend, who tried to kill himself. The triangle is for my best friend, she is dealing with much the same as I. Many of my cuts have a meaning, and most of them are because I feel so guilty not being able to help my friends with their problems, but partly my image of myself.
I cut with practically everything I find, if it’s not sharp I just drag it back and forth until it bleeds. I’ve used needles, knifes, scissors, broken pens, nail cleaner, nail clipper, etc.
