I very well understand the pain of mentally torturing oneself. I remember walking down the hallways at school and feeling bad for all the people who had to look at my ugly face. I felt bad for all the people who were forced to talk to me because I thought that I had to be a walking nuisance; surely people can't stand talking to me, and if I had to talk myself, I wouldn't be able to stand it either. Then I found someone to share the burden with. I don't know if your reason for self-injury is the same as mine used to be, or if you're still alive, or if I misinterpreted your art entirely. But you are beautiful, and are welcome to talk to me anytime. May your story have a happy ending. - Wifey