This is my world, as a cutter. A closet cutter that is. Everything said here stays here. No point letting people who care about me know because they wouldn't be able to do anything.

*This is a secondary blog.*

 

It has been 5 days since I last cut. For the past month or so, you were my lifeline whenever I felt the need to cut. I am not saying that you’ve cured me of it, but I feel better after I text you. Everytime.

It’s been 6 long years since anyone has distracted me from cutting. On one hand, I feel sorry because I put such a heavy responsibility on you. On the other hand, I’m so glad that I’ve finally found someone who is could save me. 

On top of that, I’m happy to know that I mean something to you. I didn’t expect you to turn because of me. Even though we’re not officially together, at least we know how we feel about each other. And I take comfort in that.  

At this stage, I know anything can happen.

Maybe we can stay like this for a long long time or move forward with our friendship.  

Or a good guy will come along and give you more happiness than I can give. That’s okay. I’d be happy for you. It’s going to hurt for a while, but like I’ve always said, I only want you to be happy. 

 You have no idea how much I miss you right now.