My name is Ayo. I'll be sixteen in February....and I have no idea how to stop this. Most of the time I want to stop. I mean I know it's wrong to do this, to cut myself and feel better...and yet, I do feel better. Maybe, I'm getting sicker because of it. Maybe not. But it hurts to have lie to people everyday with that stupid "Yeah, I'm fine". I'm not fine. I'm not good. And I don't know what to do. My stepdad is usually my trigger, and it's not even one of those 'I resent him because he's not my real father' type deals. Hell, I wish it was. Let's just say we don't 'get along'...very, very strongly. Everything in my life feels out of control, but when I reach for my blade, it doesn't matter.
Listening to problems
Making people smile
Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiches
Swapping SI stories