So the next day after I had a rough day i went to the bathroom and started cutting myself I took some things to did it with and started doing it every single day i was in such a bad place that i told my counselor about it and she helped me a lot i stopped cutting for like 2 days and started to write with a black marker things I hated about myself and my body she noticed that i wasn't feeling good so she brought me in to talk and I told her she eventually told my fucking mom she had my approval i was so so so bad you guys which didn't do any good my mom started worrying what I didn't need my dad wouldn't let me have therapy as he said it what if people see you he was embarrassed like what so he said you can do it on your own little did he know he was the problem.
