My Life

Part one: Depression and death

I don't think you really get it just yet. No I didn't try to commit suicide. Well actually I mentally did but other than cutting nothing really too bad.
So yes, I was in seventh grade when one day I just stopped eating. I thought it would be a great way to lose weight but it was the wrong way. I envied those girls you hear about, who almost died because they had lost that much weight. And then it happened. I tried to eat something and as soon as I swallowed a piercing pain hit my chest. I had Esophagitis and Arthritis in my chest at the same time and the doctors could do nothing to help me.
They thought I was going to die.
They almost pumped nutrients into me through an I.V. but decided to give me strong medications instead. Long story short, 6 E.R. visits later, I had wound up relatively okay. Later in the year I was hanging around some of the worst people possible. One was a stuck up snob who wouldn't let me have any other friends without hating me, one was a cutter who avidly tried to get me depressed, and the last was a crazy girl who thought it was funny to chase people with knives. So the cutter is who effected me the most. She brought me down so often that I had no idea how to be happy anymore...
So I cut.
I did it again and again, time after time, and it seemed like it was making me happy. So I kept doing it. Then came the really hard shit. Yeah, eight grade's a bitch.