I am fourteen right now, my birthday was pretty recently. I have been cutting myself for some time now. I do not know the exact date or year. I sometimes feel as if I am a sick person. I do not think I cut myself out of depression, it’s more of a way to relax and calm down. I talk to my friend, whom I am really close with, she assumes I have a blood fetish. I am sick. I cut myself. I drink my own blood. I do not think that I would kill myself because I do not have that kind of courage. […]