Okay so in order for you to fully understand why i did what i did i have to tell you a little story. So i usually walk home from school w/ my boyfriend, even though i am not officially allowed to date yet(i'm only fifteen). So we were walking and decided to take a little detour to make out as we always do. Well this one took a lot longer than usual because it gor very sexual but did not lead to intercourse. So then i pick up my phone and see that i have 22 missed calls and 7 text messages. All from my mom and dad. So i then call my father back and let him know i'm on my way. They are already angry so i tell my boyfriend to go home and i walk back to my house alone. When i arrive in the front door they slam it behind me, and my mom and dad rampage me screaming and yelling at me about how long it took and how they went looking for me. And so on. So when i finally get upstairs upset and tears pouring down my face, i go to take a shower. I get naked and look at myself in the mirror. I grab the razor blade off the counter and break the razor out of it. I cut myself three times and watch the blood trickle down my thigh. I stop crying because all of a sudden i get this rush of good feelings around me. I get into the shower and enjoy the stinging of the water on my fresh wounds. When i get out i tape my wounds so they won't bleed and wear sweats. This has happened twice since that day. I will probably cut later on tonight. I told my boyfriend but he just doesn't understand the extreme pressure i'm under at my house and i just need an outlet. I love him to death and i swore to him i would stop but i just can't. Its way harder than someone from an opposing point of view would think. I really need help because cutting is not what i really want to do. It just makes me feel so good and relaxed...