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| hi...in case anyone actually reads this page. its not sposta be like...out there to the public. its just my own personal place to vent n keep shit that i dont usually talk about or that i dont want too many people to see. k so if ur reading this obviously you found my page. if you wanna talk er something you can im me on AIM at B0dyintheAttic, or MSN at [email protected]...or you can email me. its ur choice. now for the shit that nobody really cares about: my names kristin but i hate it n im thinking of legally changing my name to starr. im 19, i live in CT but i go to an all girls school in MA...im bisexual, but currently im leaning towards chicks cause ive been hurt by so many guys. when im not in school i live with my parents. i have two siblings that dont live with me. one is my brother. hes two years younger than me and hes autistic so he lives in a special school for handicap children. the other is my sister...well, half sister actually. yeah. i havent seen her in years. she dropped outta school n got into drugs a while back. the hardcore shit. heroine n everything. then she got arrested n ended up in n outta rehab several times n no one really knows where she is or wut shes up to. she only calls my dad when she wants money. n then theres me. i didnt drop outta school n i dont do hardcore drugs, but i have had my share of issues. ive hadta go to shrinks my whole life ever since i can remember. ive always hated them. they all act like they know everything, and like theyre smarter and better than you just because they can take an hour to tell you what could be said in five minutes...and they use big words. whyway, the last time i had to go see one was during the summer of '03, because i wasnt getting along well with my mother, and as usual she blamed me. the time before that was my junior year of high school i think...yea...thats when i wrote a poem about cutting and my teacher read it and gave it to the school psychologist and he called my mother and it was a hugantic gimongous fkn mess and they insisted i get "help" for my cutting problem. too bad they couldnt help me. yea, im a cutter. i have been since i was eight. it started even earlier than that though. i used to bruise myself by kicking things with my shins n whipping myself with jump ropes. id kick trees, furniture, anything. it was punishment. id do it when my parents fought, and id do it when i did bad in school, and id do it when i was made fun of. i was made fun of a lot in grade school. but anyways, im going off on a tangent. in case you didnt already know and havent figured it out by now, a "cutter" is someone who mutilates themselves. it can be by cutting with a knife or burning with cigarettes or bruising yourself...anything. i know im not the only one. there are websites and movies and books about it. heck, even some of my favorite actors and actresses have done it. johnny depp and christina ricci for example. even princess diana. but ive yet to meet anyone else who does it. well, theres my ex, but he does it for sexual purposes. im into a little of that myself, but cutting is something totally different. anyways, imma shut up now cause ive talked enough n i wanna post some pics now. ps. sorry, i kinda ended up rambling on so much that it took up like the entire damn page...heh...n i didnt plan on saying anything really...i guess thats the down side of being kinda shy. i dont talk a lot to people, but once i get started with writing i just dont shut up. anyways, thx for stopping by n have fun n dont be too scared. |
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| blood loss in a bathroom stall she runs away i get lost in the nothingness inside of me if i could be who you wanted |
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| my info: name: kris email: [email protected] |