I feel so stupid and useless. There's so many problems, I can't cope at all. Sometimes, I feel really, really sad. It's like I'm being sucked into some black hole and all I can feel is pain surrounding me. I want to share my emotions with someone but I'm scared to tell anybody. Scared to admit I'm weak. I don't want to be weak. That's why I pretend to be brave, pretend to be happy. Like there's nothing wrong at all. But I'm actually dying inside. Can anybody tell?

I am ashamed of myself. I harm myself. I hate myself. Why am I doing this? I can't help it, but everytime I use my penknife on my wrists, the blood seems to calm me down. But I've stopped doing that. My mum got really angry when she saw the cuts. I've moved onto my thighs now. At least nobody will see the cuts on my thighs. It is easier to hide.

I really need someone beside me. Someone who will shower me with tender loving care, someone who will always be there for me, to protect me and make me feel secure. I'm scared that someday I might just cut myself until I bleed to death. I want to stop. I really need someone, anyone.