When I can't take it any more, I hurt myself. I claw my back with my nails or I use the hook at the end of my nailfile to dig into my back, a place no one but me will see. sometimes I'll beat the wall until my fist is swollen, bruised, and bleading. I once had a knife to my wrist, thinking about cutting myself with it, but I didn't. I've never slit my wrists before. I quit a liitle more than two months ago, when I promised the person who matters most to me that I wouldn't do it any more.
Last night my father and I got into a really bad fight and he pissed me off. He left me if my room crying. After two months of not intetionally hurting