My name is Kenna.No one ever told me the truth about cutting--How scars multiply like freaking rabbits.How cutting turns you into a pathological liar.How getting caught lands you in a psych wardwith no way out for 72 hours.But that's exactly what happens.To me anyway.And I bet you wonder how anyone could ever change--in just three days, in a place like thiswhere everybody's broken.Trust me.I wonder that myself.
