This is something that should be taken seriously. Not as a joke.
No one has really ever asked if I was okay, alone, or scared. In fact, I was all of the above. I had no one to go to when I needed someone to talk to or even just to have a tiny conversation with. I was alone.
Monday:
Again, I was bullied non-stop. I went home and did what I do every single night. I go home, take a shower, get dressed, and then I cut. There is no pain, everyone thinks it is painful but in reality you can't feel it. It just happens.
After I did my regular routine, my mom called me down to "talk". I wasn't worried she has always done this. She always asked if I needed someone to talk to or if I wanted to go to counseling. I always rejected. I didn't want her help. I wanted to be alone like I always was. In my own world, doing my own thing. There is nothing anyone can do about this it's just life. A hard, painful life.
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Mystery / ThrillerNothing like being bullied for being different. I think that it's stupid. I was moved to rehab after the worst thing that could possibly happen to me.
