I started cutting over the summer, and it does nothing at all to make me feel better, the negative darkness is trapped under my skin and I keep assuming if I cut my arms it will leave.. it doesn't. I'm terrified that my family will find out. I hit my head and arms, but not to the point of brusing, and when I run into something and it hurts, I smile. Just another typical twisted teenager for you... its to excape, and patheticly its for some attention, although I keep my sleeves down a lot of the time. In my mind I see people dragging me away and cutting me to the point I bleed all over. But I smile and cry at the same time... like I said, pathetic..