Editor's Note: This article deals with the sensitive subject of being addicted to cutting yourself. This article is not recommended for young readers. I also recommend that you discuss this topic with your parents before and after reading this article.

One simple word. Yet so harmful. Drugs. Sex. Alcohol. There are all sorts of addictions out there. Gambling. Smoking. You name it, and there is someone out there who is addicted to it.

The majority of the Whyvillians who come on still are "addicted," to put it. Heh, even me. And I'm not quite sure if that's a good addiction, or a bad one. I'm leaning towards bad. But anyway, that's not the point of this article. The point is something else, that I still think about now. And the sad part is, I don't even regret it.

When I started the 5th grade, things in my life started getting stressful. It always seemed like I was getting in trouble and getting yelled at. I hated it! I never wanted it to happen. And that's when my addiction started. Cutting. I would cut my arms open every time I got too stressed out. I had scars up and down my arms, and the calves of my legs. And the funny part is, is that I liked them. I liked cutting. I loved it! I was so addicted I soon started cutting daily.

Yeah, yeah I know what your thinking. "You idiot, that's not how you solve problems!" Yes, I do realize that. But if you've never cut before, you don't understand what the person is feeling. Every time I sliced my skin open, I was telling myself this was punishment for what I had done. And, it felt good. Boy, did it feel good. I can still feel it, as I sit here typing this. And the sad thing is, is that my parents were so totally divorced from me, that they didn't notice. I cut from the 5th grade, up until 7th. And only one person noticed. And that was my brother.

And, the reason I don't regret it is because I still think about it. And I know that at one point, I'm gonna get so stressed that I will start up again. There are many things I do regret about my life. And I don't mean little things. I mean life-threatening situations. But, I'm not sure if I can say them.

I'm open about this subject because I don't want anyone to do this to themselves. The new girl in my school had a friend back in Cali who committed suicide because of cutting. She thought everyone would be happy if she was gone. But no one was. And that is the worst thing you can resort too. There are many programs that help cutters. Frankie on the Real World San Diego got help for her cutting addiction. And she had been cutting for ages.

Signing off,
PIGSCALES