I did it. I cut myself. I’m always sad on my birthday I guess. Sitting in my dark room crying, I couldn’t stand myself anymore. I got up and took my scissors, opened them and hammered one of the blades in a slashing motion onto my right wrist four times. There’s only a little blood, I didn’t go deep. The pain makes me feel a little better, though part of me worries that this only pushes me further down the road to depression. But I just wanted to feel a little better.