There was such an incredible logic to kissing, such a metal-magnet pull between two people that it was a wonder that they found the strength to prevent themselves from succumbing every second. Rightfully the world should be a whirlpool of kissing into which we sank and never found the strength to rise up again.
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.
