July 20
Entry # 2:
Today I found the perfect way to relieve and quiet the thoughts and voices in my head. I can't believe it, paradise was in front of me the whole time. And what do I have to do to get to this bliss of peace and quiet? Slit, cut my forearms with one of Uncle Vernon's razors. Watching the dark crimson liquid pour out of my flesh seems so relaxing and right. I did it twelve times on each of my forearms and it feels like heaven, dare I say.
But I must hide this cuts from my aunt and uncle. If they found out, who knows what they'll do to me. Right now, it's like 100 degrees Fahrenheit and I'm wearing a long-sleeve shirt to hide my cuts. They must think I'm insane.
And maybe I am, at least a little.
Harry J. Potter Evans
