I have been cutting for just under a year, I don’t think I have a reason, I was dragged to America at the age of twelve and I guess it fucked me up. At the age of thirteen I just looked at the scissors one night and started, I don’t get along with the mother so often after an argument is when I let go. Anything sharp and I use it. I have no pictures, I am not proud enough of it. I ignore the ‘safe’ notices, I don’t care, I will be dead soon.