I’m surrounded by good people, nice friends, caring teachers, and a loving family. But the more I grow up, the more I fight with my mom. We argue nearly every day and I hate it. So one day, I started cutting. My mom first found out about my cuts 2 weeks later but by then, it has healed a bit. So I was able to get away by saying it was merely cat scratches since there are a lot of stray cats around my neighborhood and I’m a cat lover. After that incident, I started cutting again and she didn’t notice until yesterday. I had another quarrel with my mom the day before yesterday and I didn’t have a place to let out my pent-up anger so I cut my arms. She noticed yesterday since I was wearing short sleeves and because I let my guard down. Since the wound was new, it was a bright red and was very obvious on my tan skin. This time, I told her that I “accidentally” cut myself and she called me crazy. That hurt but at least I don’t have to explain my cuts. I guess I’m lucky she only saw my new ones and not my old ones.