So... I've been cutting for the past... damn... five years now. It kinda comes in waves that go with my bi-polar depression and schizophrenia. When I get more depressed or more paranoid or feel more vulnerable, I cut more. But lately, I've been cutting every chance I get.

I want to do it. I look forward to doing it. I fantasize about doing it.

I no longer see anything wrong with cutting.

I cut all over my body.

My wrists, thighs, forearms, and torso are covered in fresh marks and scars.

I don't exactly know why I'm writing this, because I know I'll just get all those comments about how what I'm doing is harmful and what about the people I care about, and blah, blah, blah. I'm making myself HAPPY. I'm NOT going to commit suicide, life's too beautiful. I'm just making it more beautiful in my world.