Racingrl2007
These are my scars. I started cutting in 6th grade with pencils and sewing needles, then in 7th grade I stopped and popped ten Tylenol every day. 8th grade I used a pocket knife then stopped for a while. From August to October of 9th grade I used glass and safety pins. Then I stopped for my boyfriend. Well, in January I moved from my home in Alabama to a totally new world in Louisiana. I started cutting not too soon after, this time with a razor blade. I had about seventeen to twenty cuts on me when my parents sent me to a mental institution called Brentwood (which I stayed in for two months). Barely a week after I started cutting again, my parents saw and threatened me, so I stopped. (Unfortunately, now I’m beginning again.) Here are my scars, may they be a guide to others.
