All of my life I was happy. Everything was perfect. Oh sure, people thought I was stupid and weird, but as a kid it never phased me. When I turned twelve, I realized things were changing. Still, I didn’t let it bother me. When I turned 13 my life fell apart. Everything was wrong. I started cutting myself, but I never bled. I was too scared to let it get that far. I was okay for a while. Now I’m 14 and have thought about suicide constantly. I never thought about until recently though. The only person I trusted, I teacher, told me to stop talking to him. I needed to work out my own problems. He really screwed me over. I told my friend to tell him I say “Hi” and that I’m a damn good actress. I guess all of those modeling and acting classes really paid off. I’ve been told I’m mature beyond my years. Maybe it’s because I don’t laugh at unfunny things anymore. Maybe it’s because I’m sick of dealing with people. If I could, I would trash my old teacher’s room and the entire school. Oh sure, I’ve had ONE other teacher ask me if I was okay. I had been begging God for someone who cared. Wanna know what I said? “YES”. WHY THE HELL DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF?