So, in English composition, we have to write a narrative about the first time we did something. I’m writing about the first time I cut. I mean, in my creative writing class that I took two years ago, I wrote a lot of really deep and dark stories. The counselors already know about my cutting and suicide attempts, so one more narrative can’t hurt, right?
I’m the kind of person who had a great childhood. I wasn’t abused or molested. My family loved me and even though I was kind of weird, I had friends. I was content with my life. But, then, in sixth grade, I discovered that I had a gluten intolerance. Then, everything went downhill.
I discovered self-harm as a seventh grader. I started scratching myself with paperclips. I thought it was normal because it seemed that that was how everyone else dealt with their problems. It was “cool.”
I don’t really remember eighth grade, but about halfway through my freshman […]
so I have decided to get back on my diet. Water and vegetables. I have to get down 40 pounds by the beginning of next summer…
I messed up…. I’ve been in love with this guy for I don’t know how many years. I asked for another chance, but I don’t know if he’s gonna forgive me for breaking his heart… I’m IN LOVE with him. He just doesn’t understand. He got mad at me for cutting two days ago and I’m human. We all make mistakes! I just don’t know what to do anymore. Maybe he’d be happier if I just killed myself…
So yesterday my father told me to kill myself. Instead of doing whatever the hell he wanted me to do, I decided to get back at him. If you’re wondering how… I lost my virginity and my dad can suck my imaginary penis…
So I was really excited about finding this site yesterday while looking up ways to kill myself. Â I decided to tell my boyfriend, Josh, about the suicide project. Â I thought he would be happy that I finally found a place where I could go on a rant about my horrible life. Â But sadly, I was mistaken… Â He just got mad at me for being sad all of the time. Â I’m so sick and tired of him blaming all of my depression and disorders on me. Â I mean it’s not my fault that I’m bipolar and suicidal. Â Yeah, so what if I self harm? Â I have […]
So my boyfriend an I had this huge fight yesterday. Â We both made a deal that if I didn’t cut myself he wouldn’t smoke cigarettes or cigars. Â But over the weekend, he smoked a flavored cigar with his friends. Â While I realize that it was to celebrate a good weekend, he still broke his promise. Â Yes, I realize that we all mess up and make mistakes, but just the fact that he didn’t tell me about it pissed me off. Â I even confronted him about it and he fucking went off on me about being mad! Â So I went into the bathroom (this happened at […]
I may seem like the kind of person that would always be happy since my life is “perfect†and my family is “normal†but if that was your first impression of me, you would be mistaken.  I’ve had anxiety issues and problems expressing my feelings ever since I can remember.  Anxiety attacks and temper tantrums were quite common as a young child.  I can remember always worrying about one thing or another.  Yes I prayed about it, but sometimes I felt as though I was a burden on God.  I’m not important enough to Him.  I mean He has to worry about others who have it […]