I am not skinny. I am not fat. I am not pretty. I am not ugly. I am not mean. I am not nice. I am not popular. I am not unpopular. I am not weird. I am not normal. I am not social. I not quiet. I am not liked. I am not disliked. I am not happy. I am not angry. I only identify as one thing; sad. That’s it. Why? I am tired. I am sick (recently diagnosed with heart problems). I have no real friends left. I have no caring family. Why? I never did anything, to anyone. I used to […]
I finally told my mom about my cutting problems. She said I was seeking attention and drama. She said that this wasn’t the right way to get her attention. Well I don’t need her attention. I raised my self. I cooked and cleaned, and went to parent teacher conferences BY MYSELF. I never saw her, or my dad at concerts or plays. So why do I need her now? Why should I even bother to look for my parents in the audience. Or check for my parents car when I get home. It’s not like they are there. It’s my friend’s moms that give me […]
I am a cutter. I am 12 years old. I guess I cut because I feel like I am disappointing everyone. Mainly my parents. My sister, and My brother are both straight A students, and I have difficulty in school and my parents don’t understand. They think I’m supposed to be a genius, but I am lazy. But the reality is that I have trouble learning. They won’t let me see my BFFs (the only people that make me happy) because they think they distract me from schoolwork. My friends aren’t really my friends anymore because of that. I also started getting mean notes in […]