It all started in my early year of 8th grade. I got major depression. So what do I do? I grab my razor from my sharpner went to the bathroom stall and started to dig the razer in my left forearm. It felt good to let the blood flow out of my left forearm. when it was done i went to wash off all of the blood and pulled down m sleve of my sweatshirt and put the razor in my poket and walked back to my first period witch was math. After math I went to the rest of my class like normal. But, i went to my fourth period and i seemed sad enough to have the teacher call for me to go to the hall way and talk with her. So I did as I was told. when I left she followed right after me. "Ashlynn, you seem a bit down? Is there anything you need to tell me?" the teacher said all I did was look down and shake my head then contunie on with my day.
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I Might Be Bleeding But I'm Still Alive
Nouvelles⚠ this might trigger you ⚠ True Story about a hard time in my life.
