Well, it all started when i was 7 years old. I was with my babysitter and i went to a party with her i was only 7 i didn't understand what i was doing...But i went with her and she left me sitting down told me not to move...so that's what i did at least that's what i was doing...When these 4 guys came and snatched me up took me in a room stripped me and beat and spit and hit and did everything possible to hurt me... they raped me with a pole at first then with their "man hood" and i wasn't able to fight back...hours later after they finally finished, what i thought was a century, they threw me outside. Then my babysitter found me started screaming and told me to keep my mouth shut. so i did...no one knows to this day besides my best friend Alisha....And then through my life i had to over come obstacles that no little girl should ever have to....My moms abuses me both physically and mentally, sometimes i believe what she tells me...my dad well he loved me for a while then he finally told me that i was so bad that he just didn't care no more.. my big sister and brother hold me down so they can both beat me until i'm knocked senseless....my grandma the only one who really did love me passed away with cancer so i stopped believing in santa claus(formally known as god) then went my grandpa that same year with the same thing....cancer.....so then i stopped believing in everything...even myself...then i picked up cig smoking...then pot...then crack...then coke...then well every pill possible...but i never did heroine (i'm scared of needles) but i do everything else....Then when i was 15 i was raped again by my ex boyfriend but more brutally this time he was a "big" guy in built ways....and he knew all my weak spots so that's what he "aimed" for.........I hate everything and everyone that comes in my way......in all of that great shit i found my self getting sad, depressed, and crying for apparently no reason at all....then i wound up trying to kill myself....then since that wouldn't work and everyone kept catching me do it ....i started cutting and the more i did it the more i liked and got addicted to it...i love seeing and feeling the blood flow from my wrists.....it feels great to be able to cope and relieve some of the anger and depression i'm put through....I LOVE IT!!!!......i can not stop...but i have calmed down i don't cut as much since i met my boyfriend Daniel it don't scare him that's why i love him and he is in love with me as well but it does affect him when i don't cover up my wrists because i never cover it up i'm not ashamed of what i do....why do it then cover your master piece up...that's the way i look at it.... well that's "my story"..........the end.......