I used to be a cutter. When I told people about it, I would get at least half of them telling me, "Oh, I used to be a cutter, too" so I can get how what I just said was annoying. I guess there's no real purpose for me posting to you. I used to cut to feel like a human being. I used to get treated like poopie by people who weren't supposed to do that to me, and so I always thought I was subhuman scum. The snot that the scum sneezed out. No, the poop that the snot stepped on. Sorry, tangent. I would cut myself to feel the pain, and feel the blood, and see it, you know? Like a twisted affirmation that I was real.

I'm sure that wasn't helpful to you in any way. I guess I just wanted to let you know that I'm a stranger that wants to relate to you. Maybe so we both feel a little less alone and lost, good yeah? (haha, in my Deuctchland home, we would say that as, "gut ja?")