I was to the point of killing myself. I would have if I did not meat I_hate_myselftoo-. She has done so much for me is still dose. The day I first cut it hurt like hell. Day after day I would do it, tell my seventh grade year.  One day I looked at my arm that I cut the day before, I thought 'how do I still have skin on the arm that shaded blood the day before. It all should be gone.' Then six days in the seventh grade (and three days after my last cut) I met the one who saved me. Now I have cut for few times. I love her.