Sunday, Sept. 01, 2002/1:09 pm

Last September...

It's been a year since the first time i felt the cold sensation of metal against my skin. It was the first week in september, last year. I was in the bath, and without thinking i took my razor and swept it across my wrist. I watched the small trickle of blood fall into the water, taking my worries with it.

I can still remember it, just a few cuts. I didn't even understand why i had done it. Afterwards i was slightly shocked, but it helped me, everything seemed to just fade away for a while. If only i knew what lay ahead; this addiction to the blade, hiding in jumpers, so many marks of hatred scared over my body.