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At first, I cut exclusively to train myself to commit suicide later on. Then it was used as punishment. And now I cut even just went I want to let my feelings out by watching myself bleed. It's the blood more than the pain for me, that I really get off on. There's something comforting about drawing my own blood. I don't know what it is. But there you go.
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"Do not be deceived, Wormwood. Our cause is never more in danger than when a human, no longer desiring, but still intending, to do our Enemy's will, looks round upon a universe from which every trace of Him seems to have vanished, and asks why he has been forsaken, and still obeys." -CS Lewis, the Screwtape Letters
Teen with (probably severe) depression
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