There was this group of girls in seventh grade who were so mean. One self harmed which I felt sad for her until she told another girl to cut her self. So she did but with a plastic knife so they were more like burn cut marks not bloody just redish looking. After that I had a burn on my arm from me burnings self for trying to get numb after all the abuse I was going thru with my new friends and girlfriend. One of them said I was doing it to be like them and that I was fake and wanted to be popular. That made me cry so much because the situation looked like it was fake but honestly I was just sad and that was my way out. After seventh grade ,eighth grade was better later in the year my old friends Said I had to choose between them or this other girl I was hanging out with so I chose the other one I liked her we both liked anime and she is bisexual so we could easily just talk about cute guys and girls in class. Lol. My old friends where alone. One stopped going to school and the other one became friends with the one who set up the intervention for us which I thought was fucked up but it's her life not mine. Life was so much better I officially was more than a year clean of drugs and self harming oh and I forgot to say this but when I was younger as a coping mechanism I would shoplift little things to feel a little rush of adrenaline And that made me happy so i stopped doing that also . I graduated middle school happy and feeling that life was going to much better until high school came and again it went down hill.

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