I don't even want to stop.
I cut myself. I cut my arms, hands, legs, ankles, thighs, the back of my neck, and my hips. It's embarrassing when people ask what happened, or why I did it to myself. I never know how to answer. I'm bipolar, which only makes things worse. When I get mad, i'll usually use anything sharp that I can get my hands on; things like scissors, knives, razors, safety pins, needles, anything. It's the middle of summer break and I have to wear pants and hoodies to cover up my cuts and scars. And when I get disgusted with it all, I only do it more. I need help but am scared to get iy.