I know something is wrong with me. I wasn't supposed to be born. My parents worship my little sis. My boyfriend was one of the two things at the time that kept me from suicide. My pets would be able to live without me but I don't know who wouldn't be able to. One Saturday i got my cracked guitar pick and made deep x's in my wrists. I tried to break the skin. I've been doing that all week mostly at school while teachers aren't looking. A couple days ago I found my pocket knife that I lost in the...