Well, I didn't make it. I cut, of course. And I even called Crisis Intervention. To my surprise the only person I cared to talk to got a hold of me. Her name is Sandy and she's wonderful...and a lesbian...so I knew she would understand what I'm going through right now. Anyways, don't worry about me...I never cut deep. Just enough to bleed. I've never had to have stitches for my cuts. So breathe natural. No worries.