last night i had a dream i cut my myself, but i didn't mean to. it was really weird because i wasen't at my house, but i was at like a dorm. this guy had been cutting himself, but no one knew. so i was in his room one night and i layed down on his bed and under the pillow was a razor, which i didn't see at the time. i layed my hand under his pillow and it happend to cut me right on my wrist. all i could feel was numbness. after that i kept doing it, on purpose. i woke up and could still picture me cutting myself.... early yesterday i was reading a magazine and it was talking about kids cutting themselves and stuff and all i could think about is how anyone thought doing that could solve their problems. it just really scares me, why was i dreaming about it? i don't think i could ever cut, i guess i'm just too afriad. i'll admit it i am spoiled. i don't have any problems. i lose a friend here and there shit goes wrong, nothing extreme though. i don't know what its like to go through really hard times and i don't know what its liek to hate everything so much you just want to kill yourself. it's just weird that i was even dreaming about it..