All my life I've felt weak compared to other people. If they want to crush me then they can. But I know I can do things that other people can't.

I find cutting myself attractive ... I find it sexual.

Love is an impossible concept.

I know I believe in nothing, but it is my nothing.

When I cut myself I feel so much better. All the little things that might have been annoying me suddenly seem so trivial, because I'm concentrating on the pain

I'm not a person who can scream and shout so this is my only outlet. It's all done very logically.

It's about people who take their frustration out on everyone around them. I never raise my voice. Cutting myself or hurting myself is the way I deal with anger.