Every day I touch my arm, the scars from the cold blade that rip my skin open... It hurts me, a lot... But it just makes my body rush every time I feel the sensation we call pain. It frees me from the rumbling storm inside my head. My anxiety and Aspergers syndrome have created barriers between me and the outside world. What began as a coping mechanism has turned into a never-ending cycle that every person I love will dissapear thanks to my self-harm. I hate it so much, but I so, so love it. Self-harm, sexual interactions, suicide, and depression may occur in the book.