I try not to cut. I really do. But it is days like this when I feel like I just can't go on. When I cut it shows me just an ounce of the pain I would give people if I did commit suicide. I don't wish any of that pain on them. Yet, here I am, remaining miserable.I don't know what to do. I try to figure out solutions: quit reading a certain kind of book, stop hanging out with that one person, take a day off from school, write about it more.... Nothing ever helps. Help. I'm lost in a sea of despair and there is no ship around to rescue me.