pissed off (TW: SH) | Pridecord | Page 1

Today seemed like a normal day until one of my predicted scenarios actually happened. My mentor teacher walked into class and checked up on me. I showed him my new scars and told him about my addiction and how I was already 9 days deep in recovery. He called me crazy. I told him that I bore not wounds but scars. Scars that were a physical way of telling I had healed from my wounds. He asked me why I did it and I was honest. I told him about how much I enjoyed the sensation of the blade, how I longed for worse things to happen to me. He called me a freak and wouldn't listen to my reasoning. He was acting as if I were ripping open my arm in front of him. I told him even more. About how I never cut on impulse, only strategically planning it out beforehand and afterwards. He called me crazy once more. I do not hate the man but I don't see why he has to use such derogatory language with me, especially when I'm completely sane and running on logic. Two other kids ganged up on me as well and started insinuating that I was secretly straight and in love with my best friend. All three of them were talking to me at once, as if they were to be the valiant white knight in shining armor to rescue me from what plagues my mind. If anything, they just pushed me closer to relapsing. I've got no idea what to feel towards them. Whether to hate them or to forgive them.

#pissed off (TW: SH)