I remember cutting at age 9. It was because my mate died of cancer. I tried to stop. Another friend saw a cut and asked. I told her the truth. She said and I quote "it's not worth it. Stop you're loved." I want to stop it isn't as easy as it seems. I remember writing the word 'fat' on my right thigh. Then I remember that I'm loved and I have to stop. I craved the word 'Love' on my left thigh. That way whenever I want to cut my thigh I look at that 4 lettered word to remind me it isn't worth it.
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Jan 13, 2013