I've been cutting/scratching myself for the last six years. It's to the point where even if I feel happy and love myself, I'll look at my wrist and still feel like hacking the hell out of it. I'm so worried that my first two-week relationship came and went, and when things went wrong, I'd cut, but I've been thinking about it more and more since we've broken up. I'm only eighteen, and I probably have yet to experience anything truly tragic. I'm so worried I'm going to grow up, get divorced, and then cut myself so deeply, that I'll die. |