It all started about 2 weeks ago when I broke my chair(silly yes). I sat down and one of the wheels broke loose which ended in me falling to the ground. I wanted to stand up but couldnt, i was overwhelmed with anger. Anger at myself for being so pathetic. When I finally stood up I saw a piece of plastic with a pointy edge from the broken chair at the ground, I picked it up and started slashing at my wrist because I wanted to punish myself. The edge wasnt very sharp so it hurt like hell but I couldnt stop. The more pain i felt the more i wanted to cut myself. I finally stopped when i started bleeding, I went to the kitchen to clean the wound and while i was cleaning the wound i could feel my hand going warm and numb. I can't really describe the feeling but i liked it. After I cleaned myself the only thing i could think about was cutting myself again. From that moment not a single day has gone by, which didnt involve self harming. The problem is though, sooner or later my parents are going to find out and i have no idea what im going to say to them. I try not to think about it, right now im glad its winter and i have an excuse for wearing a hoodie in the house.