Confessions of a cutter 2

by LeeAnna Michelle   Jan 23, 2006


As You have read before i am a cutter.
I have my reasons why i cut maybe it just feels good of maybe because it takes the pain away
or maybe i do just to freak you out whatever the reason dont contradict me. don't lose hope in me. i cry i bleed but most of all i hate they way people look at me i am a rebel of society i wear listen to heavy metal and i am a cutter i wear lots of bracelets to hide the scars. but you look at me and say lot there goes that drugged out stoner but thats not me i am who i am and i cant change. the comments that you continue to say i am just going to take out on my self. shatter the mirror and take the sharpest oh look i am going to cut my self again

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  • 18 years ago

    by Nearly but not quite

    Sad but true, but you get seven years bad luck if you smash a mirror, and from the sound of things you could do without that!

  • 18 years ago

    by mydearestsuicide

    I know exactly how you feel hun. If you ever need to talk im here for you email me sometime if you need to talk

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