I cut my wrist

Whore. Self-loath, self-blame, self-harm

The first, and I hope the last. The scar on my left wrist shall act as a reminder. The act failed to garner any concern, ‘You just made yourself to go down a new low to threaten me with this’, and ‘Among all days, you have to choose this day’. The mark is obvious, I have to bandage up and possibly use badminton injury as a cover. If people will buy that story for a rightie. 

My world shook. Everything happened so fast, I felt I lost everything instantly. I’m zoning out most of the time today. I don’t know what could be any worse than this, can it?