I have had a pretty typical and uneventful life thus far, but who knows this is just my opinion. At the age of seven my parents divorced because my father is an alcoholic with a substance abuse problem. For three years I went to five or six psychiatrists at least twice a week. In fifth grade it was noticed that I had a high IQ and needed to be challenged, so I was put in a special advanced learning program.

I have been forced to stay in the program through high school, were my grades have been in steady decline since fall. The small middle school I went to forced me to be social, thus causing me to further regress. I had been taking classical ballet for several years and had been on strict diets since the age of five. I developed an eating disorder that I still have. At 5 feet and 8 inches I weigh a disgusting 120 pounds. For the past four years I have been carving beautiful, symmetrical gashes into my flesh. Since I have been unable to cry for three years it helps me to further express myself.

Fortunately I have recently found a friend that has a similar story to my own. We have a sick, twisted humor which I can not even begin to explain. My drunken father got married to the whore that he had been having an affair with for 2 years. The Whore hates my guts, calls me fat, and pretends that I am invisible. My mother knows that I cut and burn myself, she even knows that I throw up everything I eat. What does she do? She ridicules me and pretends that it will go away. I have news for her I like it and she can live with it just as I will continue to do.

I still find myself to be very lucky. So many people have it so much worse than I. At least I have one friend and my razor. The scars may last forever, but the pain can only last so long.