I don't know how this all started; about two years ago, self-harming first crossed my mind, on a normal day at a normal time, I was thinking about how pointless and boring life is and that I should do something about it. Then started, and I became addicted. My parents don't know anything, i told them it was the cat or from playing netball, but it gets harder to cover up, especially when I go on holiday or when people ask me "What are those scars on your arms?". I just don't know what to do anymore.. I have no one to tell and I feel like i shouldn't feel like this; there is nothing wrong with my life and I have a future... I think. Something is happening, I don't know what but everything has been a blur and I cant tell whether I'm asleep or awake anymore... and I don't think I care.