i used to cut. really badly to. i had them on my neck and my legs and arms and stomach and back. you ask how did i get them there i jumped into barbed wire i liked the feeling of the blood coming flowing out. it wasnt bad at first but then it got worse and then before i knew it i was cutting mysef with safty pins and paper clips anything i could get my hands onto to make my cuts to make myself bleed. i needed to bleed. i needed to. i was addicted to it. i was hooked on the knife like somone on cocaine or pot. but then i meet somone. he helped me. he looked me in the eye. he understood. he stayed wiht me. he fell in love with me. me. someone who had all these scars. me. someone who was a slacker. just me. thank you cody! i love you. and i always will.