Hey, my name is Dana. I'm just an average teenager, happy and loving life. Or am I? No, I am not. Honestly I hate myself to no extent.I'm not quite sure why, but I do. I can't cope with my emotions all by myself, so I turn to my bestfriend... my blade. The way it releases my stress as I slice into my skin. Painful? Not at all. It's soothing actually, it becomes an addiction. Just like ciggarettes, when you smoke them they calm you down, and when you cut it calms me down. It's a rush, but as well a relief. I sit on the edge of my bathtub, pushing the razor into my skin, and slding it across. In a sick twisted way it excites me when I see the blood dipping down my leg. But when I'm done I feel so ashamed of myself, but so accomplished. It's a quite strange feeling actually. I go to school the next day happy and loving my life, but again, it's all an act. Only 2 of my friends know that I do this. One of them just tells me I should stop. And the other one is quite supportive, she doesn't nag me about and I feel as if I can talk about anything to her. I'm so afraid of somebody else finding out.