At first, I thought my life was awesome. I thought guys liked me, people wanted to be my friend then today in the bath I just broke. I don’t know why. I just reflected on all my break ups, mess ups, and just started crying. I think looked at myself and decided I would go on a diet, and by diet I mean I stuck my finger down my throat trying to make myself puke. Then while I was shaving my legs, I took the razor and dragged it across my arm.. it didnt cut anything but.. for some reason I wanted it to. I wanted the pain, the scar. Whats going on?