My story? Why not.

My story?

Hmm.

I’ll never trust anyone anymore, especially if they say they “care”. It’s a lie when they say that, because in the end almost every fucks you over, except those few that are worth keeping, so far I’ve found one worth keeping around, he does care, but he lives almost 300 miles away. I wish he lived closer, be with him.. Would be like being able to walk on water, he makes me feel amazing. No one else has ever made me feel that way. The worst part is well prolly never ever actually be together.

Anyways, my story?

I spent the last two years included this moment hurting. From alot,

Sometimes not knowing why. I began cutting in 8th grade, to numb the hurt. It helped, you may wonder why? Because it made me forget about what ever was hurting me. Eventually, I became so bad that I became one of those 13 year old girls that start researching methods of suicide. One night, a boy, my current boyfriend, told me I should kill myself. So I tried, I attempted overdose, but failed. The school found out about my cutting, they made my parents aware. My mom screamed at me for it, and punished me. That didn’t help at all. I didn’t start cutting up again until the beggining of ninth grade. Why’d I start again? Bullying. Hurt. Harrasement. Loneliness. Depression. Anxiety. Alot of reasons. I came too school, and felt the need to leave, because I really wanted to just kill myself. So I went to our school counsler. Confided in him, he called my mom and told her everything. He forced her to get me a counsler. Once we got in the car after she picked me up, all she did was scream. All she ever really does everyday is scream at me. My family doctor diagnosed me with depression, and sent me off. My counsler is a retard that doesnt help. Ive been taken out of public school and put into cyber school. But, anyways.. I’ve completely fucked up my life in the past two years, so advice for you? Stay sane. Be yourself. Don’t harm yourself, it leads to dangerous situations. And fucks up your entire life.