Okay... I sort of cut my thigh. With like a razor... I was just in the heat of the moment and the razor was the closest thing to me.
It hurts a lot. And I really REALLY don't think it's a great idea to tell anyone. Because they already think I'm trying to get attention... (So I hurt myself for attention) Which is untrue. Well untrue in my head.
And if you think the same then I guess so... Um, so at the moment please don't tell anyone.
Seriously I've already had problems with depression and stuff but I haven't done this before. I don't know what to do... I know you have to tell someone but I'd love it if you didn't.
Jeez, this really sounds like I'm an attention seeker.
I hate this.
I always seem to be trying to get some kind of attention.
The blood has probably stained my blanket.
Not that I had cared at the moment.
I was just trying to go to sleep.
The cuts on my thigh were burning. It felt like I was slowly burning a Saltine Cracker in Science. Slow... You could slightly hear the cracker bubbling and crackling as the fire slowly ate it up.
I couldn't sleep and when I did it was only for a little while.
I woke up again because I felt like something was being torn every time I moved.
What didn't help was my nose was reacting to my allergies. I could barely breathe. 12 in the morning, everything hurts, and I can't breathe.
I was delusional so there had been many moments in that one night that I thought I was gonna die.
This is so dumb.
Why can't I just save myself without someone thinking I'm just doing this or something else for attention.
Yeah well, maybe I am doing it for attention!
I hurt myself and now I'm trying to get help!
But noooo, YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME.
There will always be one person who thinks I do this for clout or attention.
I'll just end it all here.