I tried to try and be a rebellious teen but then my parents sent me to a mental institution: thats where I met people who really have problems and go way overboard with self harm. My roommate had a chunk of his arm missing because he cut it out of himself and fed it to his mother.
Yeah. Started when I was 11 and stopped when I was 12. I didn't put my life at risk doing it (since I never used a razor) but it is a terrible thing to go through.
I did it 2 weeks ago then stopped because I didn't want the scars to stay on my arm. I do it when I'm really pissed or overwhelmed and I can't take it anymore and I don't do it when I'm depressed I just do it because I like to do it or the reasons stated previously.