Well... I've been depressed since I was 12. And right now I'm 17. I've been depressed for five years ( but I guess you had already figured that out, Mr. I heart math). and there comes a point were the sadness just becomes numbness. do you know what it's like feeling numb? not to feel anything at all? when I see you walking with your mates down the hall, something ignites inside if me. my heart beats faster, I blush, my hands get sweaty, and to be honest I fucking love it. but then it's gone. and the numbness returns. And to feel something, to show my self how worthless I am, I cut. and it feels amazing. so to answer your question... I cut because when I slide that razor across my skin, I fell something. I feel, almost, alive.
-C
