well, my story isnt that great. i started cutting about 3 weeks ago. and it was the biggest mistake i have ever made. those past weeks were very depressing for me, and i wasn’t really thinking right. i never really cared about what i did with my life anymore. That’s how I began. I took out a needle and started to “scratch” myself. I thought it was a one-time thing, and that I would do no harm. But days gone by, it went from using a needle, to scissors, then to a knife. Those scratches turned into cuts. painful cuts. but then again, i didn’t care. because i felt like i deserved the pain. Only until one of my best friends found out. and it really hurt them. i can never stand to see her like that, and she has always convinced me to stop. So I named my butterfly after her, because she’s truly the strongest, finest, and most beautiful young lady. She’s been with me through it all, and even though I am not strong for myself.. she has always been strong for me. She is the reason why I stopped. She’s my best friend, my sister, and she’s truly my angel.
This story sounds familiar….