For all those who don't understand why people cut, this is for you. I get it. I completely understand. When you're depressed, you need an outlet. You're so empty and numb that you need to feel something, and since you refuse to feel happy, you cut yourself to feel pain. That sounds completely wrong, but, who knows? Maybe it really works. It becomes an addiction. You can't go with out feeling that pain. And everytime, you have to cut deeper and deeper to feel the same way. Feel the way that you strive for. Just feel anything. Soon enough, everything around you becomes a weapon of self-destruction. Razors, scissors, needles, pencils.... No, I have never personally cut myself and hopefully won't ever, but I know lots of people (people I actually know, and people I've met on here, Twitter, Tumblr...) who have. And it's all horror stories. Whenever my friends bring up cutting, I have to stay quiet because I'm too afraid that if I say how I really feel, they'll think I cut. I don't really. My friends think that they could never feel that horrible that they would need to bleed to feel better, but that's how almost ever case starts. They may not even end up having a real reason to be depressed, they might just feel empty. I felt this way once. I had to draw an anchor on my wrist every morning just to stop myself from thinking about it. I had to tell everyone that asked about that I just really like Hedley (my favorite band, and I do really like them) If any of my friends are reading this... Don't worry about me. I never cut. I think I'm strong enough not too. Every once in a while I just feel so terrible that I do think about it but then I remember how great my life actually is. For all of those who cut, I get it. They might not understand, but I do and I really hope that you can recover. Don't give up. I still think you're beautiful.