Somtimes it’s just gets to hard, the mistakes i’ve made that wern’t my fault, then why do i feel so bad about them. I’m stil in high school so i still have to deal with getting threatened and bitched at of a week day, a group of kids in my year who really don’t care who they hurt. Out side school is just as bad, rumors spread about me, that are so obviously untrue that people believe them anyway. When i see anything sharp i get unfightable urges to cut myself, i never thought i would beable to ever hurt myself, unless it was from taking pills, but once you have slit your wrists once, or tried it’s not scary anymore. My mum and sister know about my depression and know what i am capable of, they don’t even know half of whats happening to me though! I have not one person i tell tell everything to, and keeping it all inside ters me apart. I really want this nightmare to be over, but thats impossible without hurting my family more then i oready have. All my friends think thers nothing atall wrong with me, i have been living my live like nothing is, well they’re going to get a big surprise one day.