Hi, my name is Alli. And I cut myself. Never to deep, never enough to go into effect, but just enough to feel the pain. Now you people may be thinking why would someone do that. But to me, it's a way to release my pain that's bottled up on the inside. It needs to come out sometime, right? My life is pretty fucked up so far, I'm only 15, and I'm already adopted, lost both of my parents to cancer,suffer from severe depression and anxiety, been arrested 3 times for theft, and violence, I don't see why I got arrested tho. If I didn't steal that food I wouldn't have eaten supper that night. But I guess I should have asked instead of taken. And the violence part I've been arrested twice for. I got in a fist fight at school, and dragged the teacher into it by her hair. Literally. And the other time I stabbed someone with a pencil. I did all of that because people were talking shit about me, saying that I was just asking for attention. Well, that's enough about me for now. I guess. It's really late and I'm in the verge of a mental breakdown. So I'll probably cut and go to bed.
*1 hour later* I push the blade of the pencil sharpener, I stole from school, down into the paper thin skin on my wrist until I feel a sting. Then I slowly drag the blade across my wrist. Little blood bubbles where the blade was, faster than usual, my wrist is covered in blood. It looks so cool.
*Like 5 minutes Have passed and the blood is running down my wrist. I'm light headed and dizzy. This isn't normal. Oh well. I'll be fine. I wipe the blood off and go to bed. It still bleeds. But it will clot eventually. I hope.
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РазноеA cliff hanger right now. Most of this story is about my life. TRIGGER WARNING