I keep cutting my self. I dont know why. A part of me says it's for attention but, I like the feeling of the cuts. I dont cut deep. I like the sting. My room smells like blood, I can't tell it's it's my thighs or my little brother having a nose bleed. I think its my legs. I can't cut my wrist, my friend saw the small cuts on my wrist. I tried to hid them, it went well until my sweater went a little to low. Then my friend just straight up rolled it down, didnt ask didnt like...they did it kinda hard to, it was enough to make me flinch. So I've stop cutting in my wrist, only once in a while I cut my wrist, and if anyone where to ask. I blame my dogs. I have extremely mixed feelings on myself. Like one day I could absolutely be stunning in my eyes, then the next day I could smell like shit and hate the way I look.