"I hated myself. I hated my parents. I couldn't talk to anyone. So I cut and cut and cut." Yet the relief it provided was only temporary, and ultimately hollow. She could never cut "deep enough"—down to the impenetrable blackness, the pitiless void—to release all the rage and emptiness inside her. "I will always have to cut more because the pit is endless," she says mournfully.
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"I hated myself. I hated my parents. I couldn't talk to anyone. So I cut and cut and cut." Yet the relief it provided was only temporary, and ultimately hollow. She could never cut "deep enough"—down to the impenetrable blackness, the pitiless void—to release all the rage and emptiness inside her. "I will always have to cut more because the pit is endless," she says mournfully.