There is hope. A voice in my head always tells me even though it always hurts that it will get better the thought will fly out of your mind and away forever, suicide a old friend will leave and never come back. Those cuts might scar but the thought is gone the blood won't drip anymore, you won't care if your a size zero or a size 10 or when you here people laugh you will know there not laughing at you. When you shower you won't take the blade with you, you will be forever happy. But intell that day comes you will and you have to be strong and be your own rock your own savor. You need to be you and not what everybody wants you to be love everything about yourself I know al if these things will come because slowely there coming to me.