I just realized my life is mature. If I were to put it in a category on Wattpad, that's what it would be. My life is 17 and older. Hm. That's really weird considering that I'm technically not that mature. The thing is I wanted to talk about self harm. Which is a topic that is hardly talked about because many people are scared of it. I have not harmed myself but I was about to post a part talking about me thinking about it. I'm sorry that my depression is M for mature. I can't help the things that I think after the things that people say to me. I am sensitive and I have trouble taking things with a grain of salt. So, as of now, I won't be posting that part because I don't want to have to label this memoir as mature because I think that even if you are younger than 17, you deserve the whole truth and no sugar coating but I also don't want to scare people. I'm not mature enough for that label.
