Not the best thing to tell about, really. Especially when you're me, a teenage girl living in the middle of nowhere in a town where everyone knows everyone. Rumors spread quicker than fire and there aren't many people to trust. I'm different among these people, though. A city girl living a country life. Now, about my lil' addiction...

It all started one night... my friend came to sleep over with me. This was the first time, so we were having fun. Playing tennis, watching television, playing games... everything. I decided to call up my boyfriend and talk to him for a while. Then it all went down the drain. My friend was bugging the crap out of me and a lot of depressing stuff happened on the phone. What triggered it, I don't know. I just began scratching my arm with my nail, making a sore. It began to bleed and everything... but it didn't hurt. Not until I noticed what I had done. I showed it to my friend and she became worried. And my boyfriend threatened to hurt himself with a knife. I think I did it two or three more times that night...

The day after, I had become super-depressed. My parents and I got into a fight and I started doing it again. This time, I did it for so long that the sore became deep. REALLY deep. My mom asked me what the places were, and it built me lots of courage to tell her. But I did it. She said that if I did it again, she would ground me.

That didn't stop me, though. Just the other night, I was really depressed. I've been depressed for a week or so...getting angry much more easily than before. It had been a month or two since I had done it. Now I have another scar-to-be to add to the collection of many other scars.

I hope it stops, I seriously do...