my weird addictions began when I was 14.. I have always been a depressed kid who isn't afraid of anything, one time me and my aunt argued and I was left alone in the house crying, I went to the kitchen and wanted to end my life I took a knife and cut through the side of my face, it hurt so bad and the was blood flowing on my face, the weird thing was that I had gotten goosebumps and the goosebumps I got was a sought of pleasure.. I wondered what it meant but I couldn't understand it, I had to walk with a scar on my face for weeks...