My disbelief. My fake redemption.
My twentieth century.
My holy war. My self indulgence.
My twentieth century.
My human flesh. My sad dependence.
My twentieth century.
My name is Gabrielle and I am twenty-eight years old. I began to self-injure at age fifteen -- so nearly thirteen years -- minus a two year period. This website was made to let self-injurers know that they are not alone and to help their friends and family learn more about self-injury and how it affects their loved one.
