Why can't I stop? Why can't I see that cutting doesn't really do me any good? I want to stop, yet I don't want to stop. They just keep getting deeper, and I'm scared that they might start to leave permanent scars. I don't want to have to look at my arm in the future and remember all of this. I want to try and get better, but I don't see much point. I can't see the future anymore, I can't see anything to look forward to. My friends continue climbing the ladder called dating, while I'm left at the bottom dreaming of being able to climb. I feel so alone, so left out. The thought that no one has ever liked me enough to say anything to me is so depressing, that no one has ever thought me special enough. I know it sounds stupid that something so small could be so depressing, but it's the truth. I don't see a whole lot of point in trying to get better, because even if I do get better, I'll still be just as far away from my friends as I am now, I'll still be at the bottom of the ladder.