Today is February 19, 2013. All i have to say is that it is easier to judge others for their mistakes when you haven't been in their situation. I don't need people telling me that I am good for something, or that I need a good spanking. I was hit as a child. I don't need a hand raised to me at this age. I don't need everyone elses opinion on who I am, or who I can be. I am me. I am a cutter. I suffer from depression. It tends to happen to someone after being molested by family members. Walk a mile in my shoes, feel my pain, then tell me that I can just get over it. I am angry. I don't need to be spoken to like some child. I lost my way along time ago. I'm just starting to find my way again. I will relapse again, I know it will happen. I don't question it. I have reached a breaking point. You can say I'm at the edge of a cliff, hanging on by a thin tree branch that is about to snap. I just can't deal with all of this. The cutting is the only thing that has gotten me through this. I need it, sadly. It is a crutch, that someday I won't need. I know that day is coming soon, I can feel it. But it can't save me right here and now. It can't pull me back to safety. Walk a mile in my shoes, feel what I feel, hear what I hear, and see what I see on a daily basis and then maybe, just maybe you can judge me. Until then, I think I will just keep to myself. I am safer that way.