I need a new place to cut since I can’t hide my thighs the next few days );

The first cut after months of not doing it is like Christmas morning. 

I hope you’re all fucking happy, because soon, all I’m going to be is a memory, and all you’re going to feel is the guilt of pushing my twords this.

I can’t tell you what even triggered my downhill-spiral, what action erased my morals or what words spoken that made me lose myself. The only thing I can tell you is it didn’t take long, not long at all. Six-months ago, I was the picture-perfect daughter. Straight-A student that never put a narcotic in her body. Mommy’s little angle never had the sweet taste of alcohol touch her lips and wash away time, and sanity. She never spread her legs to a boy, just to replace Daddy’s love. Who am I now, and how did I change so fast? Is there anyway of going back?

Let The Truth Out.