I’m going to get over you.
No matter what it takes.
The first step?
I’m done with LINS… It just makes me hope that the letters are from you. Every I love you I read, I imagine it’s you.
I don’t care what it takes.
Last night, after we talked, for what will be the last time, I cut.
I told myself it would just be one cut, on one leg.
About 12 cuts later, my legs were stinging and I was smiling.
They still hurt this morning.
You’re always in the back of my mind, and it always hurts.. So do these cuts.
And when they stop hurting, but you keep hurting, I will just add more cuts, until I can associate you with physical pain. Pavlov Response.
But what’s weird?
I don’t really feel bad or guilty for cutting.
I’m just focused on not letting anybody seeing.