Scared and alone I walked through my house. I was just in a huge fight with well everyone important to me. I had no where to turn and n one to talk to. I didnt know what to do so I made my first ever cut. I used scissors.. then I started liking it and I began to do it more often. (Later I learned that the feeling that one gets from self harm can become addictive) my wrists and fingers were my targets, they were shallow cuts at first, ones that left no scars. Then I began to want the scars on my body, they seemed […]