Dear diary,
Depression is not a choice, it's a disease. It's like saying cancer is a choice, no! I didn't come into this world thinking *one day I will cut myself, and cry myself to sleep.* Nobody prepares for the worst, that's what causes people to be let down; if you expect some big and glorious and receive something small and useless, you will be let down. That's our problem. My mom is someone who thinks that depression and cutting is a choice, I try to explain to her that it's not but it's no use. I get threatened to be put back in counceling, I get called an attention seeker, etc.
On Saturday my mom was home and so was my sister I hated this, being near my mom made me cringe. After waking up to the squeaking of her bed yesterday morning only to walk in and see some man pile driving her into the bed! She laughed about it, and yet I'm the psychotic one. Later that afternoon my friend Kendal texts me saying "I don't think we should be fiends anymore, I feel like I'm making you worse off." I stated bawling it took about 30 minutes to get her to realize how much she meant to me, and how much I needed her. I cried a gallon of water today, it was horrible. I honestly don't know how much more of this thing called life I can take anymore. I truly want to stop cutting, I've begged god for the strength to stop but I continue to ruin myself every day.
Sincerely,
Jazmine
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أدب المراهقينA girl named jasmine has been cutting ever since the one horrible day that she remembers everything about. Her mom works so much that she never sees her and she is basically supporting her 11 year old sister on her own.
