This story seems so familular. all my life i have been obsested with being the thinnest and always cutting on my bedroom floor. when i started i went through my normal breakdown, and i foind an earring, i picked it up and dug it into my skin. fom there it just got worse. i moved on to my razorblade. no one ever relized. no one cared. it got so bad that i cut 2 and 3 times a day. that was my worst time. i tried to stop many times, and no luck still today. i hope things work for you. Peace and Love Keisha

I am feeling a little shaken. I relate a lot to your feelings and emotions..You did a great job of telling them...I hope things get better for you soon..I'm fifteen..I have attempted suicide, it didnt work out....If you ever need to talk...you know where to find me.. -Miranda

i too understand all of what you have written. it sounds all too familiar. i do hope things will get better from here, i hope that you are able toi get help and get out of this fatal tornado. best wishes.

I know how you feel....the glass box is closing in...

:( Out of all the stories i did read.. yours almost made me cry.. But I would think that after "Mike's" suicidal attempt u would realize how awful and selfish suicide is and try getting help or have some sort of epiphany.. however your story of sorrow was VERY well written.