1.
I was home schooled until 5th grade.
My days generally consisted of 2 parts. 70% happy, 30% angry or sad or stubborn.
I considered myself weird for multiple reasons, but mostly because I wanted to be.
I had as many friends as I could've wished for. From Church, my neighborhood, and our once-a-week home school group.
2.
5th through 7th grade.
Right before 5th grade, I went through 2 vaguely traumatic experiences. A car crash and appendicitis.
Once I started public school, my days consisted of over-expressed emotions - extreme anger and lots of yelling, many bouts of tears, and a lot of embarrassment. I was still adjusting to public school. I wasn't used to being in a classroom with people for so long, and being so easily judged. I'd never been in that kind of environment before, and it really messed with me.
I started wearing a ribbon on my wrist to express my individuality. It was pink, because my mother had breast cancer.
I lost a lot of friends, and made few new ones. We had stopped going to church for a while because my mom wasn't doing well, and when we finally came back, no one remembered me.
7th grade saw my first incident of self harm, though I didn't think of it like that at the time.
3.
8th grade until now, and likely for quite a while longer.
Depression. Anxiety. Cutting. Scratching. A suicide attempt. Paranoia. Panic attacks. Passing out.
Sarcastic. Cynical. Reserved. Desperate.
But I also fell in love.
And I'm still alive.
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Dangerous Mind
PoetryMy dark thoughts in the form of poems and short stories. Possible trigger warning, sorry. Current cover by @EveThePoet. Thanks :)