I don't know why I cut. I don't do it a lot. I do it when I'm really angry or upset, which... well, now that I think about it, is a good portion of the time. I like to see the cuts on my arm. I don't know why. It makes me feel a little better when I do it. Sometimes I feel like I deserve it. My best friend knows now, and I know how badly she wants me to stop. Sometimes I'm really good and I don't. I've slipped up a few times though. I promised her I'd stop and sometimes I just want to do it again and again and again.