My mom wanted to mention I'd starting SI again, and I was like:
"Mom, I have no intention of giving it up. I enjoy it. So people can tell me to stop but I'm not going to. I like it. And you don't know the first thing about Self-Injury so shut up."
My mother proceeded to give me a look that said, clear as day, "Yes, I do. So you shut up."
And I just... gaped at her.
"I used to cut too, Eastyn."
WHAT. THE. HELL!?
"When I found out you're a cutter, I told your father that you could never ever know I used to do it."
How could she not tell me? Christ, if she had told me it could have been so fucking different. Everything would have been different... better even. And she hid this from me.
So last night, because of my horrible fucked up insane day, I had some fun before bed.
inverted colour. looked cool..
No pretty designs, just needed to bleed.
Yeah yeah I know there's a lot. Oh well. I enjoyed it.