I used to be a cutter, I don't really know why I was that way I guess it was to release stress. I don't want to make you feel sorry for me, but I'll tell you a story from when I was a cutter. Here we go...
I was hanging out with my friends Jesse and Danielle, we were just chilling at the park in Northside apartments. My mom texted me and said if you don't come home now when you do I'll hang you up by your toes and put you in the closet. I think she was only playing but who knows it scared me. So I was like "
" and ran home with Danielle at my side. When I got home my mom was majorly angry. So I went to the bathroom scared and I pulled out my trusty blade and starting cutting my arm to shreds. When I walked out the police were there and they had an ambulance and the ambulance to me to the hospital. The guy riding in the back with me asked me some questions like "Do you do drugs?" and of course I wasn't going to lie so I replied "Yes sir." my mom sitting up front didn't hear thank goodness. So we had a bumpy ride to the hospital and when we got there I ended up needing stitches and then I went home.
This is the beginning of my cutting history. I have been cut free for a year now and I am very proud of myself. Well thanks for listening...
