An exchange between two of my friends (B and K, if you will) in fifth period went like this:
“B… I’ve got something to tell you.”
“I… I slit my wrists.”
And K showed us her drawn-on scars. And B laughed.
It’s not funny.
Let me ask you something. Just one question. Is this something you find funny?*
If it is, please get the hell off my blog. Because I don’t think it’s funny.
Self harm isn’t funny. Only one of my friends, Z, knows.
When I told her, she said, “I’m just… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be crying. It’s just you’re not the kind of person I’d imagine doing this to yourself.”
There is no ‘kind of person’. Pick the person you think is least likely to harm. They’re probably the most likely.
And X, who doesn’t know I harm, said, “No one has a reason to cut.”
Um, why do you think they do it?
(We were talking about the Cut for Bieber bullshit. You know how I feel about that.)
I’m not entirely sure where I was going with this post. But I can sum it up nicely.
tl;dr Don’t judge things you don’t understand.
* I don’t own that picture.