Wow, her eyes are absolutely beautiful! Very nice work!
Also, you are right about love.

Thank you, I'm glad you like it!
Well, I'm glad someone out there agrees with me.

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"I want you to know that no matter what happens, you will always be my little sis... and that you are as bright as a blazing sun... You have the potential for anything... Just believe..."

-A dear friend

I think most people agree... they are just too afraid to admit they don't have control over such an important part of their life.

Control... such a big thing. It means so much... people cut themselves, don't eat, induce vomiting, and make themselves sick because they want a sense of control... that I can understand.

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"I want you to know that no matter what happens, you will always be my little sis... and that you are as bright as a blazing sun... You have the potential for anything... Just believe..."

-A dear friend

Me too... what's sad is that even though we try to control ourselves like that, eventually we lose control of that as well. I was a cutter for 6 years... and I'll admit that it had more control over me than I it.

It's funny that the one thing we think we control is the one thing that controls us. I have been a cutter for a little over two years now, and I'm still trying to quit... it's just so addicting.

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"I want you to know that no matter what happens, you will always be my little sis... and that you are as bright as a blazing sun... You have the potential for anything... Just believe..."

-A dear friend

Did you know that when you cut, endorphines get released into your brain? Over time, it actually becomes a chemical addiction... almost as bad as cigarettes or alcohol.
I still get the urge to, and have "fallen off the wagon" at least 3 times this past year.
Some of the scars I still carry are deep, and when I wear short sleeves it's almost embarrassing.
God forbid I ever put on a bathing suit again.
Quitting is a day by day thing, and if you ever need anyone to talk to, let me know?

I've been told that many times, but it's not the reason I do it... I don't like it when the endorphines get released. I enjoy the pain... and I really enjoy watching blood run down my arms... I know that sounds sick but it's the truth. I haven't cut for about three weeks now, and that's a big acheivement for me. It's really tempting... I had my friend Tarrance punch me in the knee so that I would feel some kind of pain.
It's really hard to stay on the wagon; I hate how everyone who DOESN'T do it expects you to just quit cold turkey and it just doesn't work that way. I mean look at smoking. No one wants to do it, but people get addicted so easily... cutting is a lot like that. Quitting requires help and support. I have scars too... I counted them once... I think it totaled to like twenty. I wear short sleeves all the time though, because all my class found out through a not-so-trustworthy friend that I cut. So I figure I might as well not lie to them about it. The scars... I have some real deal ones, but they're really small, thank god.
The same goes for you.

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"I want you to know that no matter what happens, you will always be my little sis... and that you are as bright as a blazing sun... You have the potential for anything... Just believe..."

-A dear friend

Honestly, after doing it for so long I don't remember why I did it. I knew I had to stop though. It got to the point where I would just keep going until I got dizzy... and I never really realized how much damage I had done until it was too late. It started small, with little scratches along my arms, but after years of building up a tolerance I don't know how far I could go, and that's why I knew I had to stop...
It would never be enough, you know?
The problems that made me do it didn't magically go away after I cut.

cool drawing!

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