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Friday, October 17, 2003
some quality time with DES: part 2
yea well, here it is. i couldn’t really think of much to write here, but i tried! mmkay, so far we hav the addictedness 2 cutting and the avoiding of people. now on with the rest...
~ still 6th grade~ all of my days were goin pretty much the same. go to school, come home, lock myself in my room, repeat. thrown in a little self-mutilation, and u pretty much hav my life up to this point. i hated living then. every day it would get harder and harder to do the simplest things, im not even sure why. i never told anyone how i felt. i convinced myself that they didn’t care and didn’t understand.
one day i got in a fight with my best friend (audrey. i’ve mentioned her before, i think) after the fight i gave myself possibly the deepest cut that i came out of this whole mess with. it ran from my elbow down to about my wrist. i used my dad’s little red pocket knife i had stolen from his room. before we made up three days later i had given myself twelve cuts on my left arm, three on my right shoulder and seven on my right arm.
~around the third quarter~ im not sure how long all of this went unnoticed and i didn’t care, as long as it stayed that way. but nothing ever stays the same. one day during lunch audrey accidently spilled her water on the hoodie that i had been wearing about every day (don’t look at me like that. it was the only one i had. i had 2 hide those cuts somehow...) i kinda started to feel uncomfortable, wat with everyone lookin at my wet hoodie all funny and everything, so i took it off.
throughout the rest of the day people kept askin me things like “what happened to your arms?” and “how did you get those cuts?” and i’d respond with “my nieghbors cat” or “i got in a fight”. this seemed to satisfy them, so i pretty much just blew off the whole thing and forgot about it. a couple of days later i was called down to the counselors office during math, second period at 9:53 am.
behold, part two. not the most interesting thing in the world, but then im not the most interesting person :P oookay, part 3 will tell about my counseling experiences and such. then i think that this’ll pretty much be done. at the end u guys will see how u all tie into this. i think that its kinda cool/strange how i can remember all of the little details.
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