Strangest place you’ve ever injured yourself?
I have only done it in my room.
Where do you keep your tools?
On my desk. I don’t even try to hide them at this point because it’s not like anyone would care.
What is the biggest realization about self-harm you’ve had?
I figured out why I actually cut. I do it because I am numb. I stopped feeling things a long time ago. Cutting gives me some kind of pain and it makes me realize how alive I really am.
I love my scars. I don’t want them to leave. My scars are more beautiful than the skin they lay on. They always will be.
These are all the pictures I have ever taken of my cuts. I guess I took them to look back on really. I want to remember. Forgetting my past is something I fear. I need a constant reminder of who I am and taking these pictures allows me to do just that.
Honestly, nothing. Yes people have tried to get me to stop, but nothing they have said has helped me. I don’t blame them though. I am too stubborn and I hate receiving help from anyone. It’s just who I am.
2. Talking to my best friend.
3. Listening to music.
4. Making bracelets.
5. Talking to this one guy who also cuts.
7. Watching YouTube videos
8. More tumblr.
10. Did I mention tumblr?
The fact that whenever I do it, I am worried about nothing other than causing my own pain.
I kinda liked to think I am “long termed addicted”. I do not cut everyday, I go a couple weeks and let everything pile up, and then I cut.
Well I really don’t want to, but I promised 2 people that I would stop, so I’m trying not to break it.
My upper right thigh is the only place I cut. No one ever sees it, like never. It’s the perfect place for me.
So I basically started when I was 12. I had gotten a scratch from somewhere and I would make sure the scratch never went away. I was basically inflicting the healing process. I didn’t start using razors until I was around 14. I never cut anywhere on my arms though, because I didn’t want any one to know. So, I cut all over my right outer thigh, where no one could see it.