im.fucked. I'm fucking fucked.
mom went through my room to look for something and found my box. of all my razors. AND FUCKING TOOK THEM.
she left a note of telling me to talk to her but how do I explain this shit!? how do I explain why I cut!? i don't even do it for normal reasons or depression at this point.
what do I say. oh yeah, I cut just for the hell of it? out of habit because I'm addicted? for the blood and scars? like yes, I do it when I'm upset and/or depression too, but not even I know why I do this anymore!?