I have cut myself today. It has been so long that the last cut is now a scar. I wasn't expecting that I would do this again after three years. But somehow, I wondered today. I wondered with sadness filled in my heart and my thoughts. What does it feel like to put a blade on your skin? I wouldn't do it if it weren't for what happened today. I have admitted my mistake wholeheartedly. You don't need to repeat it over and over and over again in front of everyone. In fact, you even called me names. I just put a smile on my face for everyone to see. What would the skin look like while it's being cut? I didn't care if my battery is dead even if I'm still in public. I think it's better that way. I don't have to interact with people. A lot of thoughts were on my mind. I was about to throw my phone out of frustration. Where did I keep my cutter? Good thing there was no one when I arrived home. I decided to eat my dinner first before do...