I was messing about with a pair of scissors, then my dad told me to put 'em down because I might hurt myself. But it was in that moment that I realised that that is exactly what I want; what I deserve. I should be hurt, in every way possible.
He thinks that I'm completely fine. My mum told him- against my will, and now he keeps asking "are you okay?" "how have you been?" "You been okay since I last saw you?" That is completely out of character for him, he never does that. And now I know that when he asks that he's asking because of this; because of how messed up I am. I have no choice but to say yeah, "I'm fine. You?" And he believes the lie.
Everyone does.
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MY SELF HARM STORY/DIARY
RandomFrom how it started to where I am now. I will message anyone back with answers to any question they have about anything- I'm more than happy to; especially if it stops someone or just makes someone think twice about doing it.
