I seriously have to stop now.. It's bad enough with the scars I have now, I can't make more! I know myself that I am happy too, and think like my "normal" me! I know that I want to walk in T-shirts and singlets in the summer, and specially go swimming! I must stop with this, but I'm not gonna draw more butterflies.. I feel like I can't..
So from now on, I'm going to try not to cut. And I will write here, as soon as I do it! I hope I'm not going to cut more now... but it's onw thing..
I feel like im two personalities.. (I KNOW it's stupid..) one happy(myself, as i call it) and the ither one.. The other one want's to bleed and die. But myself want to leave and be like a typical teenager.. It makes me so confused.. and I still don't know how to explain it properly, but I tried to give a little hint now..
This is a boring text so far, I'm sorry.. But hey, let's see how long I can take it without cutting.

*dramatic look in the light, trying to look cool, but really, is stupid for putting a picture with the face showing that much*
Last time, I watched the wounds, as the blood, which was mixed with the water from the shower, was running down my arm. I liked to see it bleed like that. Dripping on the floor. But as usual, I kinda regreted when I looked back at the wound.. It didn't stop me from cut again though, but I put down the blade when I remembered that I ate a little too much that day... Now I had to trow up