I started cutting when I was 12. I was really angry and hurt, for a lot of different reasons. I started with a bobby pin. I told everyone they were cat scratches. People believed me, but only a few knew they weren't. I asked my best friend if she would cut with me, she said yeah. So, I popped a blade out of a hand held pencil sharpener while at school, and to make sure it was sharp enough I went into the bathroom to test it out. That week my friend and I cut ourselves with the pencil shapener blade and also broken pieces of glass from the road. The school soon found out, my parents were called, and I spent an hour crying to the school counselor. My parents didn't do anything, they thought it was just a phase. The next year, in sixth grade, people knew me as "that emo girl that cut herself in the school bathroom." Even the people that didn't know about me, could just tell by looking at me. I started cutting again. I didn't really have reasons too, I just did it to do it. The school found out again and I was sent to an alternative school for 90 days. And I was so scared while I was there, that I didn't cut. But when I got back to my regular school I was know as "the scary emo chick" that it just felt like I needed to cut, plus home life wasn't all that great.