Oh god the blood

Help me /lounge/, I've begun to cut. I don't know why really. Nothing is really that wrong with my life. I have friends and family that love me, I play sports, I'm in the band, I do after school activities and I even have a decent girlfriend. Everything seems like it should be fantastic. Things should be looking forward, I'm taking advanced classes, but for some reason there is something missing. I fill that feeling with cutting. It's insane.

The pain just feels so good, though. I can revel in it, the blood gets me going. It fills me with utter joy. I never feel so invigorated as when I am bleeding from my wrists. I don't do it to kill myself. I only cut across, as opposed to down, so that I can still feel it. Noone knows I do this, and I don't know what would happen if they found out.

>>1
Never cut here. You see, that is emo kind of shit and I never wanted to be a part. I instead took the gangsta way out and punch walls really fucking hard, usually till I can't feel my knuckles anymore, or until I just can't take it. It is not healthy, but it is effective for those random spouts of emotion. You could be cutting yourself out of
A. Some teenage colloquaslistic cry for attention
B. A sexual fetish
C. An acute mental illness
or D. You are some asshole making all this up just to fuck with /lounge/