What do you think of this first paragraph?

The running water turned a deep red when she took the cold blade and ran it across her pale porcelain smooth skin. She knew what she was doing, and she knew why she was doing it. She couldn’t get up the nerve to ask anyone for help, to tell them what had happened. She was sorry for doing it, she just wanted everything to stop. Her world as she knew was spinning way to fast, and she needed it to slow down. She wanted to be fourteen and innocent again, not eighteen and full of regret. Every night of the past two weeks she has been thinking about what it would be like if she never meet them. If she never made the decision to go with them that night, then maybe none of the weight that’s on shoulders would be there right now. She doesn’t blame them for anything. She blames herself for being part of it. She blames her parents for not noticing the changes. She blames her teachers for not saying anything about her dropping grades. It was all in front of them, yet no one cared enough to notice.