April 2011
1 tag
Sometimes I want to go back to cutting. I will be sitting in my room minding my own business when the unwarranted thought crosses my mind…”Why not?” I wouldn’t have to tell anyone. It could be my little secret, a secret easily hidden under layers of cloth. It would be so easy to grab a razor from my drawer and glide it across my underarm until spots of ruby red appear.
...
“I’ve learned people will forget what you said, people will forget what you...”
– Maya Angelou
