As I walk down the hallways of this place,people look at me like I've commited a crime. They look from arm to arm, and they think they know...they think they know, who I am, what is going on,and even why I cut. But the truth is, that they don't know anything about me, and I'd like to keep it that way. A bunch of the girls in my school cut, but only 4 of us have real reasons to. The other girls are wanna be cutters, who do it for the atttention. Cutting is like a pain reliever. People say that, that's not true, and it only causes more pain and doesn't take it away. But for me it does, sure I feel the pain sometimes, but not the physical pain the emotional. I cry and cry, and tell myself how stupid I am and then I do it again. I know that it's messed up, but hey what the hell I'm already a terrible child, what's one more reason. As I sit up here in this room all day, I can't help the temptation to cut. I haven't in about a week and a half, and my stress is getting to me. But I try to be strong to set a good example. But Everyday I walk into this place, and I can't help but feel like everyone hates me, I cant trust anything anymore. The only thing I trust is the scars that remain.