The CreatorI'm beginning this as a collection of screw ups, attempts to be better, epiphanies about life and mortality. Which is a pretty fundamental part of every self aware & constructive person's life. I'll start this with something I've been thinking about lately. I'm 20 now, but when I was a teenager I tried cutting. I didn't do it because I wanted to die. The first time I did it, was when I really hurt someone close to me... and I didn't feel bad at all. I knew that I should feel bad though, and that I had done something against my morals. I cut myself to physically punish myself, to feel something, because I knew I should feel bad. It continued every now and then, becoming an outlet. Obviously, there are much better ways to channel your feelings, and I eventually decided to stop. No one knew anything. I moved on.
My younger cousin asked me if I've ever cut last night on Facebook. Are you supposed to answer that kind of question honestly, or with a lecture? Deciding to tell her I had, I repeated to her a less desc
I feel like I did the right thing, talking to her about cutting but in the back of my mind there is some doubt. Thoughts that maybe I encouraged her, with the normality and casualness of the situation.
WasNeverHere 18-21 0 Feb 7, 2013