well, i cut yesterday. i told myself i wouldn't, over and over for the past few months. well, i guess i fell off the wagon. again. this certainly isn't the first time it's happened. but yesterday i went upstairs, emotionally numb, took the blade out, and slashed my leg. it bled through my pants and i had to get a wad of paper to absorb the blood. i don't know if it stained or not. if it did, my parents will probably ask to see my leg... there's no way i can hide it. it's not deep, but it's there. all i can do is hide my blade and pray that they'll think it's food.
