PERFEC"SHUN"

I am not a cutter any more..I was once..It's hard to believe that it ever happened to me..

ME-i was a good student..I was good at writing and extra-curriculars.
I was the apple of my teachers' eye and my parents love me.
But I wanted to be prefect.
Somewhere I started thinking I was fat,when I was really healthy..On one particularly bad day,some glass pieces caught my eye and there it was..in a split-second..
a crimson line on m arm.AH...what a moment of blissful happiness it was..
I also started regarding myself a worthless person when actually I was working hard..
I aced at academics..Cutting became my vent...
I was a regular cutter and my excuse was "Oh,I fell down..Did't u see?"
Until one day someone saw me do that..They didn't ask me to stop..only questioned why..My best friend made me promise him never to do that again.Regardless,I hurt him bad and cut..deeper and sharper..until another friend of mine informed him..and now I never cut.I can't bear to hurt m best friend,my only true friend
YES ,cutting is helpful but not as important as ur best friend's will..So,to all those who are frustrated by their imperfection,let my story help u bcuz when i stopped cutting,i was still doing good...and was made THE SCHOOL CAPTAIN..
so,you do not have to be perfect..it's bland..and shallow
LOVE YOURSELF..
now,i don't cut,am not beautiful,am not thin,don't care that people talk about me behind my back..and i am IMPERFECT.
But u know what the best thing is?
I love my life.