I don't really know why some people (most mental health professionals) consider "cutting" to be such a big deal. It's really like like filling the gap between temporary and permanent tattoos.
I hope comics like this don't make anyone worry too much for my well-being (ironic, since that worry is precisely what this comic is about). And you really shouldn't worry because I'm actually faking the whole thing. Sorry guys, depression is a sham to get out of hanging out with losers and to get attention. Xanex and Wellbutrin are sugar pills and I can only hope that more people follow John Campbell's example and put an end to this ruse once and for all.
I'm sure there's like one chick out there who's actually sad for real. But odds are that she's just being a pussy. Right? Oh man, knowing my luck, I bet that one person happens to be a fan of my comic and is reading this right now. Man, this is awkward. But hell, you were already sad anyway. Right?