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