My name's Allison.
I'm 16.
I'm a cutter.
I'm Anorexic.
I'm Depressed, too.
Nobody likes me, and they try to stay away from me because they think I'm a freak.
I know that I am.
I've never been anything but a freak. So I guess they're right.
Ever since the 4th grade, I was picked on. Called names everyday. Degraded by people who I thought were my friends. I always thought I was too young to feel the way I did, and I was. Everything's still the same. School starts back up again in a week. Back to stress. Back to getting picked on. Back to not feeling good enough. Back to everything I just want to get away from.
