Thursday 9th April 2015 this morning I woke up at 7:30 ish and I got a razor blade and I cut myself on my wrist it's the first time I ever cut myself before but it didn't hurt me at all then I did it again and again I have 15 cuts on my wrist and my social worker told my foster parents about it and they have told me that I have to stop doing it but they don't realize how hard it is for me only having to see my dad every Saturday and only seeing my auntie and my cousins Wednesdays and I have lost my mum and 3 other family members and they expect me to cope they don't realize that it's harder than what they think.
Going to my medical soon don't want to show the doctor and nurse my cuts on my arm they might only be 15 cuts but I don't want to show them.
YOU ARE READING
My life
Teen Fictionmy life has been hard since 2012 when my mum died I've lost 3 other close family mem since then I try to cope and be strong but it is hard still I don't talk about how I feek anymore since I have gone back into my hell again which I know isn't good...
