Everyone has a reason to be upset. They lost a loved one, They have a fatal sickness, They lost friends, Something. For me it’s different. I go to a great middle school where I have plenty of friends, nice teachers and my grades are up. I have parents that love me and provide a house and food for me. My brothers and sister care about me and always help me out. I have a boyfriend that I’ve been with for three months. Sounds pretty good, doesn’t it? Well for some reason it’s not. For some reason I’m constantly trapped in my room crying for hours, or slicing open my arms, or taking pills. I try to hide it all, I wear long sleeves at school, I don’t cry in front of any one and I smile even when it hurts. I’m thirteen and scared, scared of being alone but that fear is staring me right in the eyes. I have no one to talk to, no one that understands me, no one that will stick with me. I feel like people don’t see me, they see through me. I don’t want to deal with crying every night, with having to cover my arms everywhere I go and being alone. It’s hard and I don’t know how much longer this is going to go on ..