I certainly didnt tell anyone. I didnt advertise that I was doing this, but I didnt necessarily also make sure no one could see that I was injured. In fact, I felt proud, felt good about it. It was like, uhm, a battle scar. It proved that I had been grievously wounded and survived. When I hid my scars, I did so because I didnt want anyone to think I was a basket or mental case and to look down on me or to pity me or to stop hanging out with me, leave me because they couldn't handle me.
Sometimes i feel like no one cares. Sometimes i feel like no one is there. Sometimes i want to kill myself. Sometimes i think i need some help. Sometimes i feel like im alone. Sometimes im in an empty zone. Sometimes i feel like im not alive. Sometimes i wonder if im deprived. Sometimes i think the world should end. Sometimes i think i have no friends. Sometimes i want to make them see that sometimes i wish I wasn't me.
Ending this post here. Bye. x
