I guess I'm just the normal abnormal, though I consider myself mildly insane. I am a cutter. I like vodka and rum, not enough to get me into any major trouble, not enough to be considered an addict. But probably still more than I should.
I started cutting when I was 12 [I'm nearly 17 now]. My stepfather would get drunk and physically and emotionally abuse me and my mother. We left the asshole. Eventually.
I firmly believe in Nietzche's "Without music, life would be a mistake." I love poetry, music, reading, writing. I'm writing a story about a suicide. It's called Stitches. I doubt anyone will publish it.