I'm Katie. I am thirteen years old and I cut myself. I try not to, but it somehow just happens. It's sad but true. I find myself in a dificult situation and as a release I cut. Sometimes I cut myself where I like least like my thigh, calve, upper arms, chest and other places. If you ask me why I cut I would most likely say 'I'm not sure' I hate showing I've lost control, but it's turning into an addiction. My brain is getting used to the pain and it's like it's saying 'it is alright to harm yourself' When I know it's not. It's all a mind game and so far I'm losing. My friends are giving me tremendous support, and I love them so much! Even people I don't know that well, and didn't think liked me, are giving me support. When I cut I feel it's a waste of time but, my body loves the reaction. So maybe if I walk away slolwy I won't come back.