I used to cut myseld all the time. I have many many scars on my wrists and on my upper arms. It didn’t scare me at all to think that I could die from doing this. In fact, I enjoyed the thought. I used to like the pain. Now, here I am, a bad student in school but one of the nicest girls around. It took me a while to realize I didn’t need to hurt myself. It wasn’t solving anything for me. What was solving things was talking to people I’m surrounded by. I feel the pain every other cutter feels. Depression is the worst. I just wish I could be there for everyone to talk things out. If at anytime anybody needs anything just IM me or e-mail me at SillyLilKrissy@aol.com. Good luck with life guys!