Recently I stopped cutting. I was using the butterfly project. My last butterfly faded about two weeks ago and I didn’t draw another because I felt like I didn’t need it anymore. But today I had a really bad day and I grabbed my razor and went to the bathroom. And I was holding the razor so tight it cut the palm of my hand. As soon as that happened I dropped the razor and I started crying so hard I couldn’t breathe. I was in there crying for over an hour probably. I know I don’t want to be that person again. So I went to my room and I drew a new butterfly on my wrist where I could see it. I’m glad I chose the butterfly over the razor because I know that if I did it this morning I would have don’t it again about an hour ago… And I really hate thinking that I want to. Because I do and I don’t. I really don’t.
