I thought it was the right chose

It started last year. When i first picked up a blade. Ive always thought about doing it before but i couldn't until then. I thought it through a million times before and i knew the out come. I knew i wouldn't be daddy's perfect little girl anymore, not that i really ever was. I knew though what i was getting into and i knew id have a hard time to stop once i started. My reasoning for cutting was because i needed a new way to breathe and a new way to feel free. I was just a depressed teenager that no one cared about. Sometimes i think i started to get attention from the people who i wanted to notice me. But i know that that really isn't my reason. This addiction i started was perfect for me because i didn't care whether i was dead or alive; all i wanted was to feel free. I wanted to be like the butter fies in the garden being able to do as they wished being able to fly in the wind. I wanted it all. So i gave up all the years of trying to find another way. If you really think about it i guess you could say it was all for a selfish reason.