First off if you are going to be immature at all then just don't bother reading.
Basically I am a 17 year old teenage guy who will be turning 18 in October. If you don't believe me there is a thread I posted a picture of myself in (I don't want to look like some freaky pedo here). I currently have a girlfriend who lives in South Carolina. She and I met at the school I go to, but then she had to move to another state, so now I only get to see her every once in a while. She's also one of only two people I know in real life who know about the cuts on my wrist (or at least the scars that resulted from them),and there's a third person, but I didn't want him to know so I tricked him into thinking they were bad scratches from my cat, and he was 100% convinced. As far as my girlfriend knows I don't cut anymore. In fact, I thought I was over it as well, but the thing is I still have the suicidal feeling in me, and really the only reason I haven't done it is because I have her, but one night I hit a real low after work, and had to fight myself to not just floor the accelerator while driving in the oncoming lane until hitting a car head-on with a lethal force. And then last night I hit a low again, and tried listening to Hollywood Undead like I would usually do since that normally calms me back down, but instead I ended up resorting to the ultra-sharp razor blades that I had hidden a couple months ago which I originally took out of a shaver, and tonight I feel like doing it again. Basically I'm saying this here because I don't know any of you in real life, and none of you all have contact with anyone I know in real life, and I can't tell anyone I know in real life. I just can't because, well, idk why. I just can't handle telling stuff like this to people I know in real life. It was hard typing this up, and if I actually posted this then it took a bit of effort because that's how much of a resistance I have to asking out for help. I guess that's kinda what I'm finally doing, but honestly, you all are the only people I can express this to, being as I don't know you in real life, nor do I have connections with you all.
I'm not posting this to troll, to get my post count up, to get attention, or anything else. This is real stuff about me. I hate this feeling I have that I can't shake. It bothers me.
Basically I am a 17 year old teenage guy who will be turning 18 in October. If you don't believe me there is a thread I posted a picture of myself in (I don't want to look like some freaky pedo here). I currently have a girlfriend who lives in South Carolina. She and I met at the school I go to, but then she had to move to another state, so now I only get to see her every once in a while. She's also one of only two people I know in real life who know about the cuts on my wrist (or at least the scars that resulted from them),and there's a third person, but I didn't want him to know so I tricked him into thinking they were bad scratches from my cat, and he was 100% convinced. As far as my girlfriend knows I don't cut anymore. In fact, I thought I was over it as well, but the thing is I still have the suicidal feeling in me, and really the only reason I haven't done it is because I have her, but one night I hit a real low after work, and had to fight myself to not just floor the accelerator while driving in the oncoming lane until hitting a car head-on with a lethal force. And then last night I hit a low again, and tried listening to Hollywood Undead like I would usually do since that normally calms me back down, but instead I ended up resorting to the ultra-sharp razor blades that I had hidden a couple months ago which I originally took out of a shaver, and tonight I feel like doing it again. Basically I'm saying this here because I don't know any of you in real life, and none of you all have contact with anyone I know in real life, and I can't tell anyone I know in real life. I just can't because, well, idk why. I just can't handle telling stuff like this to people I know in real life. It was hard typing this up, and if I actually posted this then it took a bit of effort because that's how much of a resistance I have to asking out for help. I guess that's kinda what I'm finally doing, but honestly, you all are the only people I can express this to, being as I don't know you in real life, nor do I have connections with you all.
I'm not posting this to troll, to get my post count up, to get attention, or anything else. This is real stuff about me. I hate this feeling I have that I can't shake. It bothers me.
