I actually told my mom, sister, best friend, and MY DAD that I cut. Unbelievably, my dad handled it pretty well. It felt very good to tell everyone. They were actually supportive. Unfortunately, all the stress and talking about emotions (which I suck at) made me feel the urge to cut badly. I cut fifty marks across my stomach, five on my arm, and five on my leg. Even so, I made it through and I have some people to help support me now, which is going to help. Everyone agreed not to put me in a hospital and not to ask me if I cut every day. Still, I wish I hadnt cut my stomach up so bad.
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