Hi, this is my first writing that I have done on here so please don’t be afraid to comment. I’m always here to talk in the comments and help people if needed. There will be a couple parts to this so that it doesn’t get to long. Thank you.
My life has always been easy most of the time. As I grew up I had an amazing family that cared so much but then I started elementary school. Elementary school was very easy till I got into Fourth grade. At this point in time I didn’t give a damn about my appearance and just was the happiest girl or so I was told. During fourth grade everything changed, everyone started caring what they looked like but I didn’t. This made me lose a big majority of all my friends. As the school year progressed I started to get bullied more and more, constantly coming home crying off my bus. Although my parents called the school and talk to the principal nothing changed. This progressively got worse for me everyday and I just kept going and going.
As I came back for my fifth grade year I still saw no point in my appearance. At this point I had all of four or five real friends in which I never lost. One of my friends was bullied for being friends with me which led her to cutting. Although she only told me at first, but later started telling more and more people but never really actually cut herself at all. She got pulled into the principals office and finally said “I was only saying that I cut for the attention that it got me” and this was proven by her parents that checked her and found nothing. The lead the girl to stop being friends with me because she blamed me for everything that has happened to her. As I lost more and more people in my life it didn’t really bother me all that much till the second quarter of fifth grade….. at this point I lost every friend I had and everyone knew it. I always managed to keep smiling though through the insults but now had the idea of cutting in my head. I first cut after hearing my friend tell me about it. I started with, well a scratch (more or less) on my wrist but it hurt badly enough for me to tell myself that I wouldn’t ever do it again.
(Continued in Part II)