Well it all started in year 8 I was 12 I had a good life until it went down hill I had a whole lot of stuff going on I had just found out my mum couldn't have kids and she had endometriosis and my brother was diagnosed with autism so then I started to self harm and my friends tried to help but it didn't I did it and I carried in I did it on my arms I did it on my legs and on my stomach most of the time with a razor and glass but I tales did it with anything else.
I didn't care what anyone thought I kept the scars and scratches hidden and if people did see it I would say it's just my cat that scratched me the other day but my friends could see what was going on then it got worse.it got worse as I grew older
