So, I guess I'll explain the shit that made me 'depressed.' So when I was little I fucking realized that, well my 'mom' and 'dad' didn't really like me since they paid/payed, dunno, more attention to my older brother. So since that day I knew that I was not wanted. I guess it's something that should ruin a 3 year old's life, but mine stayed the same and if you ask me I was pleased that they didn't love me and neither did everyone else. But, I guess my mistake there was that I had distanced myself from everyone but is it my fault that I am fucking anti-social and just don't like to talk to people? NO! But people think that I am just depressed because of what I found out. They think I started cutting because of that, but the reason for why I started cutting was because I accidentally cut my arm and, let's just say I enjoyed the feeling so I continued on cutting until one day I knocked myself unconscious, and woke up inside my bathroom. And well I know what your thinking, she's cutting just because she thinks it's cool and shit, but, after always being pushed away and hated, it affects one since they will never be loved the, so ha lol fml. People think I need friends, but I don't find any but I'll talk bout that later, so Savannah out.
