what's the point..., of cutting yourself? |
what's the point..., of cutting yourself? |
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Does it make you feel better? Hurting yourself?
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![]() Sucker for Caramel ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Member Posts: 162 Joined: Sep 2004 Member No: 47,875 ![]() |
Yeah, I used to. Basically, what despise said is true for me. I was extremely depressed from so many things - I don't even want to get into the causes of my depression. Anyways, I cut for a while - just small cuts with scissors on my arms, razor cuts on my thighs, and I'd do it anywhere I could without people getting suspicious. The one night, I was just crying so hard and started cutting up the tops of my fingers. I had 32 small cuts - not too bad or anything but kind of noticable. That morning I decided to OD on some painkiller but chickened out and only took like 4, so I judt ended up being really delirious when I got to school. I felt like such an idiot. All my friends already knew I cut, and I was like showing off my fingers like an attention whore and going, "Haha, I'm such an idiot." They all gave me crazy looks. When I came to my senses, I wanted to run away. Luckily, my friends understood, but yeah...sorry about going off on that little tangent.
Mostly I did it because I felt like I needed to punish myself. I was so critical of myself in my depression. I thought I was such a horrible person, and I felt like I had to punish myself for all the bad things I had done. I guess in a way, I always wanted one of my teachers to notice and ask me if I was okay because I was too scared to ask for help myself, and I just wanted some sort of way out. I don't know how they would have noticed, though, when I always hid my cuts, but that's the way my mind worked. I didn't really know what the heck I was doing. |
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