My parents think I'm full of bullshit. They think I'm just doing it for attention. I'm not though. I want to make myself bleed.
It's calming and I feel better after I do it.
When my parents sent me to the psych ward, I didn't care. I made so many friends there. I loved it.
Now I'm in foster care where I'm being punished for having the feelings I do. It's not my fault. It's an addiction.
The courts say it's the environment I live in. I say it's the people I live with.
My foster home is okay. I don't like my foster mom, but my foster sisters are cool. And I like the dog and the baby.
But I still can't get over that feeling that my only escape is blood.