For the first time in my life, I told somebody (my boyfriend) that I started to cut myself again, and I had to tell him because he saw my arms and tights, at the begging I said that I fell in my backyard, but he didn't believed me, so I had to tell him the truth.

He cried and told me that he loves me more than anything.

He kissed my cuts and scars. 

He looked so sad by this, my heart broke just a little bit by seeing him like that.

I'm never hurting myself again, not because of him, but because I realize that I am important and that people care about me even though I feel like a nobody.

• I am somebody.

• I am loved.

• I am important.

I have to repeat this three things every time I feel like hurting myself.