Who am I?

Who am I? I'm like everyone else aren't I? The "Normal" kid who gets everything handed to her? Well your wrong if you've thought that far. I have a dark secret that is so unbearable to say it kills me to even think about it? Maybe that's the reason I'm here right now. I've worked hard to be where I'm at, but I've also been in the worst positions ever. You could say I had nothing. No hope. No confidence. Nothing. But something made me realize I'd have a future with nothing to worry about. That didn't stop me from what I wanted to do. Hurt myself of course. Nobody wants to do it, but me I did everyday. The pain brought some kind of feeling to me that I couldn't stand to get enough of. It's one of those situations where you'd rather hurt yourself then to be hurt by someone else. Sneaking off in the dark wasn't a problem, hell, I could do it in the same room and nobody would notice. Am I invisible? Or am I just not worth the time?