When I was little, I never pictured myself living like this. I never imagined myself taking a razor to my wrist. I never thought I would live every day like a burden. I never expected to wish so much that I’d never wake up before I went to bed every night. I saw myself going shopping with my tons of friends. I imagined I would go to prom, be a cheerleader, have a fabulous boyfriend. I thought I would love my life and everything about it. What happened? Where did I go wrong?