I was 11 years old when I started cutting. I was getting called fat, ugly, and a whore. I went home and cried everyday. Finally, I started cutting to get rid of my emotional pain. I was so much happier there for a while. I have been cutting about 3 times per month. I'm 14 now and my urges to cut are dying down. I've been less depressed and a lot happier lately. And, my ex Kolin has been my rock through all of this. He has helped me through all my episodes of wanting to cut and wanting to die. He is like a brother to me know! I absolutely love him (as a brother)! I can't believe how happy I am now!
