It's incredible how things like self-injury are so misinterpreted by the media. It's funny in its way, until you realize that they're training people to approach it this way. I've seen cutting on a lot of tv shows and stories and it always completely awes me. How do you get it so wrong?
as Alicia reached for the doorknob, her arm peeked out from underneath her sweater sleeve. a million pink lines. every one its own story.
Cutting is an action of desperation and while I can tell some points in my life by where on my body i cut, there's no significance for every individual scar. Not every cut involves sneaking off to a bathroom and sobbing while you cut yourself and try to clean up the blood. Sometimes you do it out of addiction more than upset, and I never bled that much, I don't know why. A few cuts on my leg had some drops of blood and one time i saw a red line on my pants on top of a particularly intense cut. In that instance for whatever reason i wanted to cut really deep so i went over that one place over and over. It was actually sensational. I guess that's why I did it. I need to not be reliving that memory I think.
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