I cut myself today..
Hey Kaye--
You're probably gonna be mad at me when I tell you this. I hope not because you're really the only person I know that I can truly talk to that won't spread my shit. I got into a fight with my mom yesterday and told her I was moving out and was gonna live with my dad. I had all my crap packed and all I hadta do was call my dad to come get me. But I stayed. Then she called me a juvenile delinquent. Well, that really touched a nerve and I was like crying my eyes out. Then, the next thing I did, somehow in a weird way, seemed to make me feel a little better. I went downstairs, and was the only one down there, got a knife outta the kitchen, went into the bathroom and cut myself. I cut deep enough to leave a mark. A little blood, but not much. Then I couldn't find my wrist band to put over it, and my mom saw when we went to Denny's and asked me what happened. I told her the cat scratched me. Good enough I thought. Nope, she kept on about it. Then today she was being a real bitch to me and I did it again. This time I snuck up to my room and did it. It stung for a bit, but I think it was worth it. Too much stress in my life right now.
Hope I haven't really depressed you. I just had to get this shit out. It's killing me. And I can't tell my sister, 'cause she'll tell my mom and my mom will make me go to therapy. She's already threatened to take me to either therapy or juvy. So, I don't like the idea of either. Much love!
--Laken