This isn’t usually my thing, ya know, talking? I don’t like talking to people I know. I’m a cutter. Always have been. Have I thought about suicide? Sure. I’m in a place that’s neither here nor there. In a place where I don’t know what I think. I’m thinking I’m in a place where everyone in a small way is the same. I thought I was happy. That is, until I read stories that related to mine. The dark feeling I feel at times. It’s upsetting and I’m not really sure how to place it. I guess, basically, it’s a different start.