i have been cutting on and off since mom died, i never really used it as a method of escape until lately. im pretty much a broken down child in an adults body covered in scars inside and out, tired as all heal, reading a book i probably shouldnt be...its called Willow and when i read this part i finally felt not so alone and yet its only a book unless someone has read it...it wont help. but it is how i feel "When you found me out, you thought that I wanted to kill myself, that all this slashing was like target practice until I got up enough courage for the real thing. You don't understand at all. You just don't get it. I'm saving myself. "I've taught myself, I've trained myself, not to feel anything except physical pain. I'm completely in control of that. Do you understand? Do you get what that means?"