I like too think of myself as a "secret emo." Someone who cuts yet noone truely knows. See, the first time I ever cut was when I was eight. I remember it clearly. It was my birthday and my mom and her roomate had just gotten into yet another fight. See I'm quite used to it but I was really hoping that for once in my life I could have a truely happy birthday. Anyway's, so I go in2 the kitchen and I spot it, a broken piece of glass, I don't exactly know what came over me but I just took it and just started cutting the back of my wrist (I wasn't very smart and thought that was where I was supposed to cut). I can still remember the relief I felt. I don't exactly remember if I did it again or not but I truely feel that day was what led to edventually doin it again and making a habbit of it. Now years later, at 15, the summer before grade 10, I have found myself addicted to it and even though I don't seem like the type that would do it, (I mean like I go to church and spend my time babysitting every Sunday) my deepest, darkest secret is that I cut and the only people that really know about it are my poems-and-quotes family because they're the only ones I can really trust and relate to.