if you just cut yourself, then who knows your pain but you? the best thing to do when faced with the overwhelming darkness of modern life is to make your pain known and listened to. i try to do this through my music; keri does it through her poetry. if artistic expression isn’t your thing, maybe you could stand on a street corner with a bullhorn and remind the people going past of the inevitable swallow of death and the overwhelming barrage of fear and anxiety used to sell them consumerist crap?