Even after a year and a half of mental illness, I still can't fathom the idea of self harm, just seems so stupid. There are so many more fun ways to fuck up your mind/body, like drugs and booze.. I just can't get my head around people who cut themselves, and how seriously fucked up they must be to find joy in something like that. The way I see them is spoiled and usually rich bastards with picture perfect lived, who are just so damn pathetic that they can't stand not being loved/accepted or whatever. Then I look at my own life as an only child/outcast, being alone for so damn long that iv gotten used to it. Guess the term evolution applies to those who hang in there long enough.