All my life I’ve always put up a front. Its become my defense mechanism. I can’t bare the real me. Everyone knows me as the happy, hyper girl who’s kind to everyone, and always has the right advice for any situation. I don’t know exactly when i started cutting, but it started as a ploy to catch my parents attention; show them how much i was really suffering. I was adopted, my birth mom was a drug addict and she drank and did drugs while pregnant with both me and my sister. My birth dad abused me. I have 2 siblings I’ve never met. My […]
