I’m only 13 years old and I self harm myself almost everyday. It all
when I was only 2 years old matter of fact I was not even 1. My
mother got MS and she lost her legs. The older I got the worst
everything become. I never went on a field trip or went to a friend’s
house to play. I had friends but the older I got the worst of friends I
got like the druggies, whores, bullies, liars, and abusives. When I
was in 6th grade I found a boy I liked tall, rocker, handsome, and
sweet. It was a thursday morning in the hallway when some of my
friends (the bullies) pushed a little girl who was hopeless against
the powerful arms I tried to help her and my “friend” pushed me
to the ground and punched the living hell out of me. I was knocked
out cold. I woke up in the nurses office with the school cop hovering
above waiting for me to talk. I walked out to the main hall when I
started getting dirty looks . I tried to go talk to the boy I like but he
told me to get the fuck out of my way you fucking freak. I went
with so much anger in me. I threw my fist at the mirror in front of
me bust my mirror and my fist. The pain I felt was wonderful to me
so I got a piece of glass and cut my wrist no one knew
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Self harm is hard to get away from, hanging round people that fill your life with negativity won’t do you any favors. While you’re still young, try to get away from these so called friends before you become too involved with them and run out of opportunities to make new friends. Just some advice from someone that wishes they knew what they know now back then.