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Friday, November 04, 2005

         Have you ever slit your wrists? For some, they think it is brave to be able to follow through with it, but I realized that it¡¦s braver to resist the desire to. When you slit your wrist it¡¦s usually to runaway from something that you don¡¦t want to face, an escape route. But to live and actually face your problems face to face is much harder. The erg to give-up always lingers, wanting to die, thinking it will erase every little hardship in life. What you realize it that not only will you hurt yourself you¡¦ll also make loved was worry. Regardless of what you think, family gives endless love, but some shown in a more intense way than others. I¡¦ve wonder before¡K if I died would anyone shed a single tear for me, or would the world keep going as if I never existed. When I slit my wrist I was terrified, I wanted to get away from everything, all the pressure, expectations. When I did it I felt relieved, but I felt as if I looked grotesque, like a monster because of it. It brought me temporary relief, which scared me. I cried myself asleep often, I¡¦d be hysterical. The blood hesitate when it gushed out, I had never despised myself so much. I found out that that it wasn¡¦t the solution. I envied the ones who died from natural death, and despised the ones who were greedy and wanted to live forever, and I despised people who took their life for granted like I did. Stopping would be the first step to recovering from the hidden scares that cannot be seen. My scars will probably remain forever but I can try to heal them. I¡¦ve better since I stopped, I occupied myself with a bundle of clubs to prevent me from thinking about death. I no longer think about the luster of the blade that I cute myself with, and the 52 pills it would take to kill me. I was intoxicated with foolish desires trying to trap me into the lion¡¦s tavern. Be brave and fight, because in a war with reality and wishes, the mind must be clear of the poison, called death. Hold tight to your life, it¡¦s something precious. Have the motivation to live. I truly I¡¦ll live at least to the age of 20 before I die.