Dear Kitty,             It's just happened again for the first time in three weeks. It's on my leg instead of my arm so that Mum and Dad don't see when I get home. The bad thing is that it's not as deep as I wanted to go because I haven't got anything even relatively sharp; this means that it's weeping and my sock is now stuck to my leg. I wish that I hadn't done it, but I've been holding off for so long...I just couldn't bear it any longer.              This time, I only felt better for a really short time, but now it hurts like hell and...oh God...I just can't...I can't bear it anymore. If people saw me normally, they'd just think that I was a normal, happy person, if slightly odd. Nobody would think me as the kind of person to do...that. And I don't want to be thought of as the kind of person who does, but it's just so hard to stop it, and everything's just getting to me at the moment...I just don't know what to do. I wish I did.               Life at the moment seems like a mad dream that's full of wishes that I know can never come true. I just feel detatched...but...oh, Kitty; sometimes, I just wish that I weren't alive. And I know that it's terrible and wicked to wish it, but...nobody would ever understand.Francesca