since i was younger, I never felt good enough for anyone. I was always being made fun of and put down. I admit that I’m very sensetive. I couldn’t take it & I tried… I didnt succeed. When suicide just wasn’t working, cutting was my new thing. With every tear shed, a new cut formed. I was alone and empty. Had nobody to save me besides myself..I was destroying me & i didn’t care…Never have & never will I guess..doesn’t change anything..