As she pulled out her oh-so-familiar box of razorblades and other sharp objects, she felt a tear escape from her eye and slither down her face. She couldnt believe she had sunk so low in life. She couldnt believe she hated herself because of love. She grabbed her sharpest razorblade and slid it with force across her arm. "One is for how many times I gave myself to you..." Another tear fell from her eye. She cut herself again. "Two is for the kisses I thought meant something too." She kept the repitition of the blade against her skin. "Three is for the presents and the gifts you got from me. Four is for all that times I said 'Its meant to be'." She paused for a moment and watched the blood mix with her tears and fall down her arm. Again, she lifted her razorblade. "Five is for the times you cheated with other girls. Six is for the time I realized that you were not my world. Seven is for all the times I stabbed your new lover. Eight is for the nights I cried and life became a blur. Nine is for the times I thught of you and nothing else..." She now had nine extremely deep cuts from the midpoint between her elbow and wrist. She hesitated once more and allowed herself to cry harder. She couldnt believe all this had happened. One last time, she lifted her razorblade. "And ten is for how many slits is took to kill myself..." She dropped her cutting utensil and her vision blurred. "I love you" were the last words that escaped her mouth. She began to lose consciousness and finally died.