explanations not excuses.

This is a social experiment in which I am going to be completely honest. I'm not going to tell you who I am, or where I'm from, I think over time those things will become irrelevant. I've never confided how I feel in anyone, for me it's too dangerous. But I want a way to get these things off my chest, the things that weigh so heavily and burden my heart. I hope to grow from this, and I hope others will find that they're not the only ones out there. I imagine this might turn out a bit like blog secret, except this is all spewing forth from one person's thoughts. I'm not going to censor myself, by that I mean I'm going to be honest, not that I'm going to be explicit.

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Nov 4

blades

I hide straight razors in the empty bodies of my Polaroid cameras, I’ve been cutting since I was 9. It makes me frustrated when people say cutters are just looking for attention. I’m 17 now and no one has ever found out, no one knows, if I was merely looking for some attention I would have gone out and gotten it by now. That’s not what it’s about.