She hasn't done it for three days now.
She's so proud of herself.
Says she's stopped.
She's done it before but always starts up again.
I'm trying to be supportive but I'm walking on eggshells!!
Any little thing could push her over the edge.
She thinks she's found a way to solve her problem.
Instead of one deep cut she make lots of light grazes, barely drawing blood.
I almost cried when she told me.
The other day she said she wasn't sure how she felt about me knowing.
She regrets it because it's stressing me out, but says she's glad too.
She said she'd be dead if she hadn't.
It was the single most gratifying and horrifying moment of my life.
 Requiem Of A Broken Soul · Sun Oct 19, 2008 @ 01:31am · 0 Comments |
