I'm so lucky I have people that I can confide to. I'm so lucky to know I have friends who don't judge my sexual perference. I'm so lucky I don't live in fear of being disowned by family (I don't think they would). I'm so lucky that gay bashing is not a big issue in our area (or maybe it's because there are not many out-gays to bash... I dno). I'm so lucky my parents are not abusive. I'm so lucky my parents can provide me with more than my needs. I'm so lucky I'm living in a more liberal country than where I was born. I'm so lucky I have it so much easier than a lot of people.
This is going to be a review on my cutting. I don't care if you have anything bad to say about people who cut. If you feel disgusted, change the page already. Otherwise, read at your own discretion.
I'm so lucky, so I shouldn't be complaining about anything in my life. I think I'm so weak, there are so many people have it way harder than I do... I don't "deserve" to be cutting myself. I've decided to make a big effort to stop. I've got my watch covering the four scars I have on my wrist, and today I went to our school nurse to get the area with about 11 visible cuts and scars on my arm bandaged. I think it's going to be hard for me, it's still going to be tempting for me to cut myself. I was going to give my knife to my english teacher (she's really supportive), but then I thought if I really decide to stop, I have to live with the provation and temptation to cut. Off course, another reason to keep my knife is that I might have to do this in steps... I will set limits if I do hurt myself. I hope people here are going to be supportive because this is the place where I can vent my thoughts and feelings if I feel really low.
That's all I have to say about it really...