The life of a teen

13

Now we get to thirteen oh what a horrible year so far. I'm only half way through it and it already sucks. a couple weeks after i turned thirteen i felt lost. i was depressed and felt like i was worthless. I know that's like normal teen shit but it was different. i Started cutting like all emo fucks do when they are thirteen. now don't get me wrong, im still emo i'm still depressed and shit but now i have stories to tell. So lets go from there. I was at school one day talking to my friend Brian, When i noticed something on his arm. Before that day i had thought that cutting was stupid. I asked him and i looked at his arm closer. Something about the scars on his wrist made me feel at peace. He was so happy all the time, jumpy smiling never had i thought of self harm in that light. So i started and man did i feel better. After every fight with my dad i would slash away the emotional abuse by physically abusing myself. It felt like every time he hurt me it would show on my skin. So one day as we were driving home from school i told him. I told him I was done with his shit. I told him every time he emotionally abused me i abused myself. Everything was silent for just a moment till he started screaming. Screaming how his daughter was an ungrateful piece of shit. How he wished he just had the daughter he wanted. He listed all the things wrong with me and then some.